To be human
is to play the game of life
like flashing storms;
like unbridled children:
electric, unpredictable, messy.
Until finally, we hear the whisper
of a milk and honey wonderland
called home.
To be human
is to play the game of life
like flashing storms;
like unbridled children:
electric, unpredictable, messy.
Until finally, we hear the whisper
of a milk and honey wonderland
called home.
2 replies on “Milk and Honey Wonderland”
Love this Brooke!
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Aww! Thanks for the love Jason! 😃🥳
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