[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot
Some More
▼
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Monday, March 28, 2016
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Friday, March 18, 2016
Friday, March 11, 2016
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
Friday, March 4, 2016