WHEN THE HEART CHOOSES — Mum C writes

When the heart chooses Foul air turns life saving Harsh words burn like acid in pleasing works Only for a second And calms like balm for its initial sores II When the heart chooses Crowns are eye made On bald and crooked heads Making ugly relative As monkeys turn angels with fine light And beautiful […]

via WHEN THE HEART CHOOSES — Mum C writes

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