Feb 4
Daily #35

Turn again
Listening to the streets
pass on a cold night.
Nothing is sacred,
the sum of all things can break,
anything can be lost.
Turn again and remember,
what and where you love
& be there, with it, always.

Turn again
Listening to the streets
pass on a cold night.
Nothing is sacred,
the sum of all things can break,
anything can be lost.
Turn again and remember,
what and where you love
& be there, with it, always.