Today
is empty. Yesterday was filled with nothingness.
Which is better, An aching void or an overflowing vacuum? ann burke
fred wuerstlin
It
comes pure and innocent.
It
lives for today.
It
hopes for tomorrow. grows from yesterdays.
It
fears solitude.
It
tolerates misery.
It
grieves parting.
It
endures separation.
It
stays for always.
It
is
It
a miracle.
Love
Is.
jacque Williams
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