Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Monday, October 14, 2013
Night and Day
Even the night, has the memory of light, as the day believes the dark will soon return, truth is not given freely, except when truth and I are one.
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