Since there is a time for everything under the heaven, I will await the advent of her passion seeing its purpose is not yet. I have had my time to die wanting to live. Stones have been cast away suffer now arms, and alms, yet to be birthed one day, to gather them together. How soul doth vet. Now is a time to give.
To everything...churn. Yes, a time to cry and a time to laugh. Focusing on the flow of tears, one will miss the sound of the joy of laughter. When but one is saved,the tears of Elysium are joy. Since there is a time for everything under the heaven...the arrival of ardor is not tardy. Will not come a destructive burning. I am meditative under the Firmament.
