She inquired
As to how I could write a poem
But not yet give it a title
I told her
God created you
And yet you were born without a name
She inquired
As to how I could write a poem
But not yet give it a title
I told her
God created you
And yet you were born without a name
Some posts are best left without comments – not because they don’t deserve them, they do, but somehow words would never do them justice. I’ll continue to admire this piece, it’ll become one of my favourites, one I can wander through when I seek refuge from all else that surrounds me.