Love letter # 222
The ever moving stream. The ceaseless churn of cycles. The great and silent wheel of everything. This is what we share.
We are but the name of the eternal. The splendid details. Flowers in an endless sea of beauty. And as they sway, so shall we.
Just as we are close, so shall we be distant. As long as there is a fire, there will be ashes. For the glory of the night is surely followed by the eye of the morning.