April 25, 2020 by QueridaJ inkling there dallies a small inkling: the power to change or withhold the chance to fold or grow old and never know… although something inside echoes that Regret will not crow proudly and Instinct will remain the truest guide. 2012 Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
Thought provoking little poem. I would take the chance every time. I don’t ever want to regret what I should have done.
Amazing poem simply mesmerizing
Thank you, you are so kind. ☺️
Your welcome 😊