Yes — if I live long enough, I might believe anything —
of this I am the proof. And if I die soon enough, I might believe
one thing — this budding apricot, this eager rose,
this frosty springtime — even truth.
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Belief, Diaries, Journals, Poems, Poetry, Spring, Truth
William Michaelian 