The reverberating in the distance.
I miss you, and I will miss you.
Ode to Sir Blubber Butt the First, Destroyer of Worlds, Harbinger of Pain and Destruction.
A poem is basically a paragraph that’s chopped up into little lines, and I guess there is some truth in that.
Playing with form in the realest sense of the word.
He has been asking the same question for too long, and I think he deserves an answer.