Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
A billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head. But in you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories