While Rome Burns
There is a fire burning inside of me fueled not by passion but by the destruction of the housing place of logic for it seems passion has thrown those timbers into the flames. Thus indeed Rome is burning and while all is not yet lost the urgency of the moment insist reason should govern over the flailing arms of emotion least panic become the cry of the hour .... yet,,,,,,oddly , I find myself reaching for my fiddle.
Copyright © Darrell Rose | Year Posted 2023
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