February 8, 2022 Doree Grief, life, love, poetry March 1, 2022March 1, 2022 1 Minute A thousand words Might touch the surface If I could only find the right ones To start the conversation Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Published by Doree Grief Out Loud. Art. Life View all posts by Doree Published March 1, 2022March 1, 2022
The curse of the poet: Encapsulating the infinite in the smallest number of words… LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
The curse of the poet: Encapsulating the infinite in the smallest number of words…
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