Perfect for a momentwalking a trodden trailthrough aged pinesI felt as onewith the world,the breeze caressed my cheek,it was perfect
Stolen Gifts the greatest gift givencan be stolen in a moment,it does not matterthe sweetness of the soul;Fate marches to the beatof its own drum,cutting time shortwhere it sees fit;so littleis within our control,make sure to put livinginto your life