rested days crumble
stress like fine sand,
sifting between fingers,
then swept by the wind.
a part of me blows away
with all that i worry
but the bliss remains.
11.26.17
rested days crumble
stress like fine sand,
sifting between fingers,
then swept by the wind.
a part of me blows away
with all that i worry
but the bliss remains.
11.26.17
