Haze 15 Monday Sep 2025 Posted by Bill Bisgood in poem, Poetry, Quatrain, Thoughts ≈ 2 Comments Tagspast, poem, Poetry, Quatrain, time that tired wretch, time avoids our gaze makes present past soon now is but a haze Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
The Write Idea 