by JustALonelyFatGirl
Isn't it the unknown that's so thrilling? Asking the question but avoiding the answer keeping the fragile moment of surprise intact? Not dipping your toe into the calm water keeping it perfectly reflective to watch and wonder about your own inner self?
Thanks for sharing.
These lines are enchantingly perfect in this revealing 5 star poem:
He lives for the now
While I pass between
yesterday and tomorrow