How things are…
You can’t refuse your own time
because everything is a succession of the past
and they who lived did as they thought best or baddest.
Now, conscience is a flower not planted in all
but we love even the crooked,
and all hearts has pulsating veins.
The eyes of babies hold nothing malicious.
of glorious angels.
Photo by Pablo Saborio: http://nihilisticpoetry.com/category/photography/#jp-carousel-6825