Poetry, Words, writing John December 9, 2014 fhaedra Leave a comment Every one of us older than you now still standing by muted choir mouthing your Imagine awaiting some visionary one who knows Peace. Share this:Tweet Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading…