And while i walked through my bloody forest of memories..
an old poem came back to me
Category: Photos and Poems
“Some trees grow straight,
while others grow gnarled and twisted.
Yet none are imperfect.
Perfection is merely a perception.”
― Donald L. Hicks
Let us be grateful to people
who make us happy
they are the charming gardeners
who make our souls blossom
‑Marcel Proust