|People, by George Chow|
People stay each night until promise, each day until miracle, each time until forgiveness. People wait all week for firday, all year for summer, all life for happiness. People earn one second to mindful, one period to trust, one eternity to tenderness. People take a bit as salvation. a flow as faith. a last as dignity.
|Posted: 2014-10-31 07:00:23 UTC|
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