(Poem) Shrouded in the mist of long forgotten dreams by Arlene Bailey

As we move deeper into the dark inner time, with ancestors and ancient ideas and writings that slip through our consciousness, I can’t help but think about the beauty of cave walls and the ancient art and writing still found on them.

Art and Writing, Arlene Bailey ©2022


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