conscious living poetry journal
Poetry in Search of Meaning
Friday, February 24, 2006
On Love...
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." --Anais Nin
No comments:
Post a Comment
‹
›
Home
View web version
No comments:
Post a Comment