Maxioms by Don Williams, Jr
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from read more
The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.
We fluctuate long between love and hatred before we can arrive at tranquillity
We fluctuate long between love and hatred before we can arrive at tranquillity
