The path

The path

‘Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind.                                                 But to what purpose Disturbing the dust on the bowl of rose-leaves I do not know.                                                 Other echoes Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?’ – T.S. Eliot from […]