Raising Myself
Friday, August 12, 2016
The promise speaks in pink sky and lapping waves whose time knows each day
And the possibility of its beauty can not be known while ever inherint it sits on my heart
The mystery of this day- may tears cry the river to my soul
Kmg2016
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