Dear life, Qoute me!

Qoute

Existing to the end. where rivers stops flowing and terminate

they originate again and the force is ineviatable.

You take me there, bind me, hollow me, empty me and qoute me.

when slowly the emerging beauty of life’s very own magnificience will bloom

catch me, hold me ,put me together & qoute me.

 

 

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