reflections of change
The pain of yesterday is as nothing to the change and emergence of today.
My heart has not perished and all is taking on a slightly different angle, as movement and tempo quickens in upon oneself. What strange waves rise about me, issuing me nearer to which shore? All is an ocean most divine.
My heart has not perished and all is taking on a slightly different angle, as movement and tempo quickens in upon oneself. What strange waves rise about me, issuing me nearer to which shore? All is an ocean most divine.