Range Comrad
The exquisuite formation of the individual plains, and settings in the amoral aspect of the outer perimeters has once made me linger and ponder. Now the tender noddings of my own soul set in to create my everlasting personafide gratefulness. Can I ever feel the wind at my face?? Will I ever know the genuine space of nature??? To know nature , Mother earth, is to know that freedom is everpresent to me in its own nurturing fullness.Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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