Weighing the words I might whisper into the darkness would I measure their worth on scales of time, of depth, of intensity? Or would their very weightlessness set the measure of the freedom that has graced my soul with your presence.
Weighing the words I might whisper into the darkness would I measure their worth on scales of time, of depth, of intensity? Or would their very weightlessness set the measure of the freedom that has graced my soul with your presence.