Quote of the day:
In reverent pauses, when we slow down and think about the gift of life, we may briefly touch humility.
A fantasy within a trance.
Perchance, tributaries will eavesdrop.
With castles built in heavenly utopia.
Frosted sun squandering its light beam.
To rivers flowing down stream.
If not for the rain.
Of what use, would be the clouds.
If not for the brain.
Of what use, would be the protoplasm and core.
If not for peace.
Of what use would be war.
A knife piercing a fossil memory.
If nothing lasts forever.
May I awake from life's reverie.
Peace & Serenity always*
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Current Listen: Years & Years -Take Shelter