Posted by Arlie on January 11, 2018 January 11, 2018 Authentic Life / Minimalism / Poetry Always grasping At stone-gray shadows Of wealth, Both of atomsĀ And of name. Yet these atoms Cannot assemble Into the shape of love. And this name Cannot spell out True understanding. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading... Related
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