Mar 2016
Swiftly moving clouds modulate
the light coming to closed eyelids.
Today, with God's grace, I know
what it is to be my own
true north.
the light coming to closed eyelids.
Today, with God's grace, I know
what it is to be my own
true north.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Written by
Elisa Maria Argiro
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