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Bringing Mystery Back
You can’t tell me there is no mystery It’s overflows my cup This feast of beauty can intoxicate Just like the finest wine Come all
Steve Mathonnet-VanderWell
October 7, 2014
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You can’t tell me there is no mystery It’s overflows my cup This feast of beauty can intoxicate Just like the finest wine Come all
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