Thought to M. M. Even without a language I walk that way marching towards the watery sun with anger. It never rains inside of an egg so I choose to deny the sea born in my rib cage and go on being allowed to hope. Photo: Maria Stadnicka Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related
Too many haters and fear create by liars. Everyone need a fair chance. I know many people who saw hell and back. They deserve peace too. LikeLiked by 1 person
A amazing video and good words. Thank you.
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Thank you, John. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Too many haters and fear create by liars. Everyone need a fair chance. I know many people who saw hell and back. They deserve peace too.
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