Aether, Or
A poem
Thank you for reading Every Other Sunday. In today’s post I’ve given in to my minimalist tendencies to offer a poem of nine syllables in three lines. It is paired with one of my paintings.
Aether, Or
All day long
I’ve heard my name
whispered.
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