Time is a sort of river of passing events,
and strong is its current;
no sooner is a thing brought to sight
than it is swept by
and another takes its place,
and this too will be swept away.
Marcus Aurelius
My heart speaks of it's emotions. My soul hungers for your thoughts. Your music and rhymes and the beauty that i see, these all will fill my heart and feed my soul 'til eternity...~Stacey Phillip~
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