So Loving with Every Stroke
Can it be, those writhing buds so stoically struggling, so slowly squeezing their life to be, are indifferent to inclement
Read moreCan it be, those writhing buds so stoically struggling, so slowly squeezing their life to be, are indifferent to inclement
Read moreHow sweet those buds of June, in winter’s grip yet attuned to a partial sun’s grace, and still they face
Read moreLost Brethren… My mind is like a small boat lost at the vast sea, struggling to find the truth It
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