A storm of thought....
the violence of idea.
An unclear memory
munipulated by time
is the beginning
of unreason.
Treason of intellect
scarred past.
Waf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I disagree. I think what I learn from my past makes me more rational somehow-
We can’t agree on everything, Julia. Thanks for the critique. Sally.