Cometh anew dawn of day thoughts of evil, cloudeth and fray a mind struggles gripped with pain seized pon, for the opportunists gain Seek the SON, cleareth the mind start thy day yesterday behind feel thine breath loves efficiency knows who's hand doth love unconditionally yesterday a mere memory Today be made history treateth wise this treaure of time for too often becometh benign for what Wicked thing this way cometh? Conquered is he, who seeks thy soul to taketh.
Timeless wisdom and advice on the art of living for today’s young and old: The art of thinking, the art of loving, the art of working, the art of leadership, the art of growing old.
A new translation by Sergio E. Serrano of this inspirationa
Regis
Love Tinka
God Bless
Love, Lena
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And the good guys win. :) PRAISE HIS NAME!