Poetry or Prose. Who knows. And so it goes. https://msthinguyen.com/
Path reveals at every step. Step step step. Push hard, work.
A river runs through and beyond the horizon. It’s endless, rushing past, rushing through. And with a blink of an eye, there…
As the sleepy sun slowing rises, fingers lace, bodies lay still. Release Radar on repeat. Lazy Sunday, time to kill.