Invincible Summer

By LaBruyere in camus on

Always full of love Never without hope this is the very knot at the end of my rope. Never too far gone, Never in the grip of winter for too long. See how summer rips The soul clean out of fear and into scattered beams of sunlight dancing brightly across…

Compelled

By LaBruyere in beymorlin on

Too often come the times when we must act Against our dreams, and in this choice step out Not softly nor as timid ones. In fact, We deign to boldly go despite our doubt. And love compels our footsteps: honor, trust; We cling to these as anchors in the storm,…