Our lives are deeply fertile, shaped more by suffering than the cushiony comfort. So we keep on reconciling the sorrows of life with its joys.
Can relate with you..."Not in the moment of her passing away......................." Every word makes a sense.
Much love
I know. The loss and its suffering hits once we witness the damage it has caused. Like the storm passing away. Still our hope remains on the giver of life. Thanks for reading. :)
Your lyrical prose is a perfect vehicle to carry the deep reflections about life
Humbled. Thank you.
Can relate with you..."Not in the moment of her passing away......................." Every word makes a sense.
Much love
I know. The loss and its suffering hits once we witness the damage it has caused. Like the storm passing away. Still our hope remains on the giver of life. Thanks for reading. :)
Your lyrical prose is a perfect vehicle to carry the deep reflections about life
Humbled. Thank you.