When Black and White meet
It is not a field of Gray
It is Clarity.
Waves conquer the beach
Marching in relentlessly
Bringing with them peace
“Two Worlds as One” by Eriyana Linder
I once knew a man who was deaf; he took the bus. I remember how we met.
When he dropped a quarter, I pic..
It’s early morning
Meow Meow *crash* says Sir Sprinkles
I need a new lamp.