It is your childhood that I hold
gently now
and you are what comes next
not the frustrations of the past
broken things and dreams washed asunder
but you, your form, the energy you create…
the life that lives always forward
Poetry, Words, and Ruminations
It is your childhood that I hold
gently now
and you are what comes next
not the frustrations of the past
broken things and dreams washed asunder
but you, your form, the energy you create…
the life that lives always forward