Genesis

Do you know how poets are created? Of fire, of stone Broken strings and broken wings Of things unsaid, of dreams undone To fly they want, But words are all they have To fly – HRB

Wait

Slow, love, slow,Time’s so fast,Now goes quickly, See, now it’s passed Soon will come,Soon will last, Wait Don’t you know, silly man,All good things,Come to those who can Wait