If your hands come away wet Then you know you drink With passion Click on image to enlarge. Lost Lake, Oregon.
Leaves in summer, full of passion, always flirt Roots in winter, compassionate, hold the dirt
When you’re young, You’re questioned “What are you going to do with your life?” When you’re old, You may still be questioning “What am I going to do with my life?” You are a stretch of Answers…… Done.
You are my only someone new It’s time to move on… To only you.
Sacrifices are in plentitude, fruits are abundant, mist will always hang on highest of ranges. But, to promise another your heart indefinitely takes an acceptance of the ground, feet steady, smart eyes, and a heart like earth.
Moons hug tightly to their brightened lovers, never letting go, gravity keeping them together. Stars and galaxies fill the void around them, flying farther and farther apart. Their vast emptiness is not an increase in solitude. The darkness is full of energies. Sometimes I…
The soundness of judgment is composed from the silence of listening.
|vivachange77 on Utterance|
|leroywandahsega on Utterance|
|Elan Mudrow on Utterance|
|Susan on Utterance|
|John on Utterance|