You guide meTake me to the foothills of timeI lay on a moon blanched landAnd you hold my tiny hands tightMy body shirks, aweary of the great worldYou console me, push me furtherTaking my handI lay like but a totGently observing and pursuingCapturing the words and painting my own Peering through maps and voyaging myContinue reading “Gratitude”
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