Poems from Lipinski
What's that you say?
Hello?
Oh...
I see.
Yes.
Yes of course, and, and, and....
but what is simple and so easy to say,
i will...
It feels like a fog
Moist collection of thoughts
Dripping constantly with some form of idea
Sometimes the clarity is lost
Sometimes the...
Spring, morning days still tempted by a frosty nature
Sentinel clouds bring a whim where one is a drop and the other, a flake
Settling...
there used to be the yearning to connect with something more
more in line with the soul and stars,
more tuned to the search of God.
a...