On awe, the sacred, and quiet beginnings I didn't know were happening.
The heart stirs in least expected ways, at times awaking the mind and soul from slumber, only to find the word ‘lost’ strangely familiar.
Thanks for the reminder.
And you for your poetry x
The heart stirs in least expected ways, at times awaking the mind and soul from slumber, only to find the word ‘lost’ strangely familiar.
Thanks for the reminder.
And you for your poetry x