POETRY: The Reenactment of the Soul
The Reenactment of the Soul ‘What beauty lies within the forgotten’ We enter this play with the spirit and furor … Continue reading POETRY: The Reenactment of the Soul
The Reenactment of the Soul ‘What beauty lies within the forgotten’ We enter this play with the spirit and furor … Continue reading POETRY: The Reenactment of the Soul
Death is the unknown happening.
Our journey, too short and unbeknownst.
All we leave behind is what others remember.
The good, the sorrowful, the pain.