Experience

We are worn smooth Grainy finish tempered by the hands of time Broken down unknowingly With each step we take across The threshold of our days. We never notice the changes at first Beginning rough on edges Not quite finished until we progress forward For we are born to be forged Into that which we […]

via Ghost of life — Peace, Love and Patchouli

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