With reins and other obstaclesyou can curbthe surges of a horse.But neverthe surges of loveand least of allthe surges of longing.
Surges




With reins and other obstaclesyou can curbthe surges of a horse.But neverthe surges of loveand least of allthe surges of longing.
The night makes mistakes too. It is blind just like love itself. May the day not be a lie. Upon its face truth is reflected.
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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