a wanderer.
all that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken,
a light from the shadows shall spring;
renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
the crownless again shall be king.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
a distraction: pink trees and happy faces
some things are hard. but spring makes heavy hearts light and puts a smile on my face :)
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