I feel it. something new.
mere breath and strokes here describe it, such a thing.
dwelling thoughts.only one
such love.
Could it be?
Strike me.
All this....Reveal yourself?
Pencil marks. forever to the end
This story.
...and so it begins...
clarity.light
Divinity. breath
Could it be?
such love?
Into my eyes. Come ressurect the Dawn.
JG
The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green. Psalm 92:12-15
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