It Always Remains
It remains within us, always While we search outside. The shadows, figments of imagination. Just like flintstones, The fire sleeps there, deep inside Waiting to be summoned. Susurration, of the […]
It remains within us, always While we search outside. The shadows, figments of imagination. Just like flintstones, The fire sleeps there, deep inside Waiting to be summoned. Susurration, of the […]