June Final Week Challenge: Too Late.
Hmmm! That moment! So blurry, yet however crystal, still lingers in my head like a rhythm, filling my every thoughts with booming regrets. If only I could see it coming, If…
Hmmm! That moment! So blurry, yet however crystal, still lingers in my head like a rhythm, filling my every thoughts with booming regrets. If only I could see it coming, If…
It often comes softest, after and during each prayer— When my hands are still, When my thoughts are clear, in the quiet…
In the hush between heartbeats, it comes— a voice not loud, but deeply known, just that calm, familiar tone that sounds like my mother's advice and the tiny wisdom I carry…
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