Hands of time move us forward, never back. Only memories frozen in mind, can we re-enact.
Robert M. HenselA poem is but a thought, a mere memory caught at play. From hand onto paper, bleeding thoughts emerge.
Robert M. HenselHands of time move us forward, never back. Only memories frozen in mind, can we re-enact.
Robert M. HenselA poem is but a thought, a mere memory caught at play. From hand onto paper, bleeding thoughts emerge.
Robert M. Hensel