Should gentleness be all you are,
Let no harsh lesson guide your stride.
And if your spirit shines afar,
Let no faint whisper turn your tide.
May imperfections never seal the gate
To the grand self you’re destined to create.
You are perfect.
Irene.
Should gentleness be all you are,
Let no harsh lesson guide your stride.
And if your spirit shines afar,
Let no faint whisper turn your tide.
May imperfections never seal the gate
To the grand self you’re destined to create.
You are perfect.
Irene.
