And the ancient words, against my will, Fly off, escape my lips: “Tell me, why?
We all have a crown of thorns somewhere, and we keep on walking. A moving, beautiful poem.
Thank you so much, Portia 🤍 Thank you..
and thank you for the restack
🖤🖤🖤
🩵
Big thank you for the restack, Fotini 🤍
Thank you so much for the restack, Dave-too kind 💫
Took my breath...
As we once again rise from the fire…
❤️
Thank you so very much for the restack, Kevin M-thank you.
..thank you for the restack, Tommaso-thank you very much
an inspiring message of rebirth and resilience
We all have a crown of thorns somewhere, and we keep on walking. A moving, beautiful poem.
Thank you so much, Portia 🤍 Thank you..
and thank you for the restack
🖤🖤🖤
🩵
Big thank you for the restack, Fotini 🤍
Thank you so much for the restack, Dave-too kind 💫
Took my breath...
🩵
As we once again rise from the fire…
❤️
Thank you so very much for the restack, Kevin M-thank you.
..thank you for the restack, Tommaso-thank you very much
an inspiring message of rebirth and resilience
🩵