Echoing times, beautiful grows flowers through cracks in concrete, like mind wisps thoughts of splendor beneath life's baggage, lies to claims of grief laden spoil.
Evening douses my heart with love, unfeigned beauties be twines my cords in no despair, only love fights the day in nighttimes beauties grasp. If “I” “my” heart can tare, love from my chest. Walkest thou with me, until we rest in hope of gain, splendid things rise above all earthly pain.
Luca Tomoni 1/20/2022 6:08 am (c)
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Lucatomoni (
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Liked this a lot Love from India
Thank you.
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