And I take comfort in knowing that where I may lack in words to explain my innermost ticking's.... That my Creator is well aware. Sometimes we make so much noise trying to be understood in this world, where silence and mindfulness are underrated.
-A
Monday, June 11, 2018
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
When..
When you're a little one, wild and free..
So full of love and glee.
When you reach the coming of age..
The nights were always young.
When you fall in love..
You're floating and time seems to stand still.
When you hold your first child..
Time seems to slip away, you pray for another day..
When you're old and grey..
And you remember each day..
All in a blink of an eye..
In a blink of an eye.
So full of love and glee.
When you reach the coming of age..
The nights were always young.
When you fall in love..
You're floating and time seems to stand still.
When you hold your first child..
Time seems to slip away, you pray for another day..
When you're old and grey..
And you remember each day..
All in a blink of an eye..
In a blink of an eye.
-A
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