“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” ― William Butler Yeats
In it comes, out it goes.
A confession, or renewal.
The invitation.
To return, thus, it is.
Now to renew, the journey.
Hope of a rebirth, of the covenant.
Thus a trade, a restoration.
The end, of the beginning.
5-28-2017
I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.
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I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.