Sleep
Sleep
lay me down
under the blow of my breath
slow wind the tick of my heart
halt the think of my thought
rest my soul
rest
lay me down
under the blow of my breath
slow wind the tick of my heart
halt the think of my thought
rest my soul
rest
Seasons
winter comes
spring goes
without love
the heart never knows
winter comes
spring goes
without love
the heart never knows
Commitment
I said,
"I'll do it."
Consider it
done.
I said,
"I'll do it."
Consider it
done.
Photo Collage by Knut Kargel
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