The string of thought with pearls of words.
Wrapped around the neck.
Enveloped in the galactic gown.
Carrying an hourglass in hand.
Walks on the fabric of space and time.
My voice.
I start here and stop there, with an untainted soul to see the world in all its " tainted glory. "
YOU ARE READING
UNTAINTED
RandomA collection of thoughts. • Picture credits to the respective owners.
