O ye beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow; Look now, for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; Oh rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing. // Edmund Se
My fire? Tacos ????
Saturday is great and all but I think Sunday is my soul mate ????
Have so much light that plants grow towards you ????
