I have known the rough-hewn face of time, tracing back to mend the frayed, unraveled thread of years. Though all reflection is an empty glass- replacing not one fragment dream, nor sealing off one avenue of fears.
I have known the rough-hewn face of time, tracing back to mend the frayed, unraveled thread of years. Though all reflection is an empty glass- replacing not one fragment dream, nor sealing off one avenue of fears.