Shall I know you as I do the rain; a tempered softness within the sweet cascades?
Bounded only to this fleeting impermanence; of life, of love, of ‘ever after.’
To which the will, at mind’s behest; though paling through this endlessness.
Of inner voice strengthened through tempoed pace; and will restored through milky grey.
Shall I know you as I do the rain; as glory shining brighter than any praise might claim.
In peace, my loves…
Namaste ❤️
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Beautifully illustrated Tara, be the light in the world, not it’s darkness.
Thank you, dearest… with all my love <3