Still, ebon pond like a graveyard at night. Morning light displays shimmering motion – seeming purpose of life. But the light of darkness doesn’t hide, it reveals, our essence.
Still, ebon pond
Originally published: May 2003
Originally published: May 2003
Still, ebon pond like a graveyard at night. Morning light displays shimmering motion – seeming purpose of life. But the light of darkness doesn’t hide, it reveals, our essence.