Ever-Evolving

The heart is a fickle creature It must never be confined to a single chamber. But rather allowed to roam freely, embracing each passion that calls out to it.      

Mortality

We cannot slow it down, the swift river flow, that passes through this town, like time.   Its focus remains forward, no matter the weight of distractions we constantly toss into it.   Sad that my years too flow through me, indifferently.  

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