Life is a shipwreck, but we must not
forget to sing in the lifeboats.
—Voltaire
Life is a shipwreck, but we must not
forget to sing in the lifeboats.
—Voltaire
Magnificent!
Thanks for sharing.
Magnificent!
Thanks for sharing.
Stained sand is our beholding
And to a sieur of dirty
And a falling in
—Our unfiltered duration of indefiniteness
Wading the floods continually
They threaten
Making known the stuff of caring
Unto the tides of turbulent flowing
A storm
Stained sand is our beholding
And to a sieur of dirty
And a falling in
—Our unfiltered duration of indefiniteness
Wading the floods continually
They threaten
Making known the stuff of caring
Unto the tides of turbulent flowing
A storm
— the stuff of caring disturbs the heart; the devoid in hungry eyes, sullen hopelessness, injury and illness; crumbled steel and concrete, absence of bustling; the hiddenness, out of sight, the undoing; that gradual creeping of darkness, shadowing the light of hearts and minds…
— the stuff of caring disturbs the heart; the devoid in hungry eyes, sullen hopelessness, injury and illness; crumbled steel and concrete, absence of bustling; the hiddenness, out of sight, the undoing; that gradual creeping of darkness, shadowing the light of hearts and minds…
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