i want to write about fire and smoke, about loving and letting go, holding on and giving up, being strong and letting down. about living life happily here, just here, to reach a higher perception of perfection, lapping up fully every moment in its delicacy.
Sonntag, 21. September 2014
the rustle of the trees
the rustle of the trees
is like a man's murmur
telling you to breath again
a falling down leaf
is like a man's glimpse
inferring you that this life is not endless
but this moment is
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