Short Letters To My Vanishing Friend Quotes

“The way the sun pulls grapes into place,
I see my delusions and weep
This melody of honest self-inquiry,
like wine, waits, in love with the barrel”
― S.B. Joon, Short Letters To My Vanishing Friend

“A poet and his soft language,
like a water strider waltzing over,
use the tension of the surface
to roam over the total depth with grace”
― S.B. Joon, Short Letters To My Vanishing Friend