Evolve Now


Man is young in his journey. We evolve too slowly, metastasize too gladly, our thoughts rear their barren heads like moles.

Evolve! Evolve now, that we might grow our waning love.

Evolve! Evolve now, that we might bow with humble head and with love emblazoned upon our burnt skin.

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

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