Call on God but row away from the rocks. - Indian Proverb

I’m Speaking

These ordinary moments Romancing my spirit Sweet nothings that make my soul talk Fragrant perennial bouquets plucked from my garden just for me a new perfume, oil, that touches my heart and fills my senses for but a few days they are my songs impossible to interrupt as long as I’m listening and until they stop.



© itsjustme
2021-07-15

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