I wrote this poem when we lived in the apartment at Knollwood, and fixed the ending last year. Sometimes it takes ten years.
Anyway, Good Friday seemed as good a day as any to share some melancholia. đŸ™‚
I wrote this poem when we lived in the apartment at Knollwood, and fixed the ending last year. Sometimes it takes ten years.
Anyway, Good Friday seemed as good a day as any to share some melancholia. đŸ™‚