A fine poem, I must say, which points to the agonies of an emptied life, so to speak. We tend to realize that life is vain when we lose all the things that give it taste. Thanks for writing.
A fine poem, I must say, which points to the agonies of an emptied life, so to speak. We tend to realize that life is vain when we lose all the things that give it taste. Thanks for writing.
I can live without flavor, but if I am unable to add any flavor to the lives of others as well, what is the point?