Trust
Like a mist, fragile, elusive
A constant struggle to capture the reality
The underlying reality of that faith
Grey,shifting reality.
Gone the moment it seems it is there.
But that moment.
A single moment when you have it
The peace, the bliss, the strength.
Gone the moment it seems it is there.
posted by Tuya @ 06:27
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