Shattered to pieces,
love comes shining through the cracks.
And our soul is healed.
love comes shining through the cracks.
And our soul is healed.
There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.