We have a house full of books, Ikea shelves,
And medium priced white wine.
I don’t want to read like I don’t want to do many things, it interrupts my ego and my self.
Oh! To say something important.
Not me at the moment,
But someone, somewhere with a gleam
In their eye expresses some profound truth.
Maybe quietly p
Maybe loudly 𝆑
I adore gentle moments like these;
Wine softened, sun kissed
New job on the horizon
Dear love ♥️ who kept me warm.
Tonight I commit to two pages
By Françios Mauriac on the Ego of Poets
July 2019 (poem)
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