A sold poem loses half its meaning. – Terri Guillemets
Like steam from a cup of hot tea that fogs our glasses, false urgency of matters at hand blurs our vision to important things in the distance. – Terri Guillemets
A sold poem loses half its meaning. – Terri Guillemets
Like steam from a cup of hot tea that fogs our glasses, false urgency of matters at hand blurs our vision to important things in the distance. – Terri Guillemets
Work hard, enrobe yourself in velvet hope, and rule your world! – Terri Guillemets