Days later life starts out as rain and washes t'ward grace. Suprise comes in; music made to heal. Quiet kisses, those lyrics, that melody. Funny how a song can be anxiety's undoing.
Dinner at home, evening with my other; sighs in arms as the records play on.
Sometimes the holy moments are the quiet ones.
|found on weheartit|
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