Serendipitous, perhaps, with a candle wax existence
You may melt but we never get to forget, stains that earmark an all too stark and noticeble direction, always in an equivocal way, a pristine fashion, no delay
Silkily having your momentous say, be it late on into the night or amidst an elderly ladies and her profound mid-mass pray
A world of foundation set in place, dripping, dropping, not an ounce of fret, no room for any such introduction of regret
Soothing, elusive, a sober willingness, tendency to give back time again
Above all else, forever offering people all round an opportunity to all too enlighteningly find their ZEN

Share and Enjoy !

0Shares
0 0