Little Worlds
It is but pure chance that renders us all, prone to fits of idle pause, before time rushes on in through stagnant air. Then, shadow...
It is but pure chance that renders us all, prone to fits of idle pause, before time rushes on in through stagnant air. Then, shadow...
Empty footfalls, leave trackless patterns, on the mat of colored leaves. Here in a fall afternoon. I believe it’s still there. Even though I know...
Light a path to redemption. Darkness will fall away. Yesterday will become tomorrow, and tomorrow will merge into today. In the blink of an eye,...
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