A memory is but a thought that lives in yesterday, laughter's note is but a tune that sings what words cant say. But of the fold, its loves embrace that makes me ponder so, for ask me now if I believe in love, and I'll softly whisper no
Darkness sees no fault. No human imperfection as far as genetics are concerned. Shadows cannot lie, for their very being is an absolute image. Reflected only in the presence of light, yet there is no prejudice. The still of night carries with her a sense of peace, every whisper amplified yet each word lost in translations. Oh how long shall the shadows I've so long embraced play garment,cloak to my eternal night?
