There is a piece of every soul
that words will always fail
to explain.
So thank you for reading mine.
YOU ARE READING
seasons of my heart
PoetryLove: infinitely personal and consistently imperfect. Life: like the seasons, continues to move on; never stopping and always changing. Hope: the persistent light in the dark.
A Dedication of Sorts
There is a piece of every soul
that words will always fail
to explain.
So thank you for reading mine.
