beauty broken down...
Until all I could do was stop And be still and feel His presence And love Him.
A leaf, a twig, anything to find a way. At last a flame, a hope to guide me from my doom.
Whiter by far than blossom of the thorn,she galloped away with those glistening horn...
O Child of pure innocence what innocence shall it be?.............. my 1st sketch in wacom
Gemini...up front n genuine..a 'got yo back' type frn..will seldom break, but'l always bend
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