As time ever-so-gently rests its hands, the pounding of my heart becomes still.
Moments in space seem unwavering. All that yearn for is a calm wind. Empty space saturated with smoke; an attempt to mask tracks of sin.
Hands clasp for the joy they instill; heaven’s reward for the longing soul. Rage is penetrated by sweet notes of pine; a tone that comforts a baby’s mind. Time encourages peace over all. Droplets showcase their brilliance, True beauty without destruction.
Living With Purpose