dennisgitau

As the river flows, through nooks and Crannys big and small withering the rocks and widening the banks, building the depths and fostering life, from the source to the delta with no force to oppose it.

Perfect is a word thrown around this world whereas nobody knows what true perfection actually is. I recently met what I would consider to be perfection in beauty, class and all round unblemished. With

Drop by drop the liquid flows, little by little the wick lowers as the flame dances to the slight draft that permeates the room. For some reason I can't stop myself from playing as I did while a child,