I searched for you through the foggy existence of this impervious stretch of time. I cannot enter yesterday for there is no entrance to open. Not even a picture. No passage of permeable love. Is it because silence is incapable of comprehension? mystic | poem | Linda J Wolff
Monthly Archives: December 2019
Appreciation
after you kiss deaths face you’ll appreciate the light of life. – Linda J Wolff
Fragrance
Stop chasing the ghost of everything he wasn’t and start opening the bloom of everything you are. fragrance | l.j. Wolff