A white rose opens in a quiet arbour
Where I sit reading Dante, Paradise
unfolding in me, opens hour by hour […]
Category: Poetry
The soul, like the moon,
is new, and always new again. …
I have a suitcase
Packed with many things. …
A white rose opens in a quiet arbour
Where I sit reading Dante, Paradise
unfolding in me, opens hour by hour […]
The soul, like the moon,
is new, and always new again. …
I have a suitcase
Packed with many things. …