summer burns On 2018080420180804 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems summer burns up our daft and selfish illusions leaving us ourselves whatever we stand for and sobering reality To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…
Indeed. Which may be why God invented Chance #491.