Am I always bound to see man’s anger. For silence to turn into roaring rapids. For natures beautiful state to burn, crackle and crash. My world once at peace, shaken by the unexpected. R.D. Jess
Making words mean something
Am I always bound to see man’s anger. For silence to turn into roaring rapids. For natures beautiful state to burn, crackle and crash. My world once at peace, shaken by the unexpected. R.D. Jess