I glimpse life from a moving window.
A longing fulfilled is a tree of life!
But my heart is sick,
I have passed by the world too many times.
And now life does the same,
In this repitition of days.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
I glimpse life from a moving window.
A longing fulfilled is a tree of life!
But my heart is sick,
I have passed by the world too many times.
And now life does the same,
In this repitition of days.