We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
This spring will be different I swear it will, all invisible things will be golden, and chime well to my heart strings, I will pass through winters wall of pain, the winding road to straiten, till sun is spreading diamonds, you never realized so much before, about the wolf at the door, and I at the gates of war, with my new heart of gold, to strike against the tears before they fell to swords held by bloody warriors with no souls.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
-
Are adults so sure that they are being adults anyway? Please define the adult world as not sex and violence or taboos or cussing or making...
-
To locate is challenging In pitch darkness on slippery leaves All know as an impossible dream Yet as important as good broth For to heal...
-
so be a little sunshine At least every so often To hug And to laugh As you must be special Anyone Seriously This flaw will be ...