“I write words every day.
I don’t know where it will lead me,
writing.
I know I could be still.
He who knows does not speak.
Mute in the womb of time…”
“I write words every day.
I don’t know where it will lead me,
writing.
I know I could be still.
He who knows does not speak.
Mute in the womb of time…”
parallel texts: words reflected