Writers Poem by Edmundo Farolan
Writers
Writers don’t starve;
their Indian spirits are content;
they transcend physical reality
and reach metaphysical heights
in illusioned insanity,
in forms genially packed into timed postponements.
The glow of timeless Spring is locked in my soul.
Friday, January 16, 2009
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