new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Which must be rooted (planted) in the earth. Suffering from possibly-excessive gravity, perhaps leaden of foot at times, but at least won't blow away in the first light breeze presaging any coming storm, like hope.A learning experience, this one, Vassilis.
Roots and wings. But let the wing grow roots and the roots fly.—Juan Ramón Jiménez