Wednesday, June 5, 2024

Let The Rain Wash Your Heart Clean

The moonlight, cold and bright, soothes the heart.
The heavy rain a balm to the soul.
The muddy puddle carries the scent of the earth.
The flower blooms eternally transfixing.
Wind-swept, rain-drenched, muddied, and transfixed.
Once again, the descent was arrested. And you've been saved.

Destiny

What do you do when you've reached the end of the road? You look to the sky and start to fly. Predestination only goes in one way. Those...