i sew, he dreams
I sew and he sleeps heavily,
waking up for a moment to laugh
and then falls back into a heavy slumber.
With each stitch I sew my mouth shut,
we do not speak of trauma in this house.
i sew, he dreams
I sew and he sleeps heavily,
waking up for a moment to laugh
and then falls back into a heavy slumber.
With each stitch I sew my mouth shut,
we do not speak of trauma in this house.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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