Atlas knew the weight, resented it,
let go his loathsome as often as he could,
but learned to love the load of it,
though he never spoke so.
Here comes what is mine.
Let go my load.
…
© 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.
Atlas knew the weight, resented it,
let go his loathsome as often as he could,
but learned to love the load of it,
though he never spoke so.
Here comes what is mine.
Let go my load.
…
© 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.