Just a little more, I fret, Of a treasure always sought; time – Elevating my need to start Living once more. Tomorrow I shall try something else, Hark, it is merely a trap And nothing that will bring you joy – Nothing but faithful reassurance, yet, Karma they cry. You patronise me about my wayContinueContinue reading “Nothing New”
Water; a form that changes shape to conform, but does not belong to the place it temporarily rests.
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