Wednesday, June 12, 2013

When the sun goes down

There is some time left. 20 minutes on the wait. Every day, never the same.
The sun goes down a hill or hides beneath the sea, behind the red and yellow fields of summer.
Some things change, some stay the same. We are not meant to be caged. We go with the tides.
There will always be people in need to destroy. We must follow the voice of love.

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