Thursday, 17 October 2019

Quarry Gate

Deep, round historical quarry, houses so low, difficult to breathe, obstreperous to know, the wind hardly blows, the sun rarely goes, it frequently floods down here below.


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“In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."

Quietly I wish to travel onwards  tremor the thunderous anxiety  it rules thy desperation for peace  Lord God knows the desire of our heart ...