The only thing permanent, in the pantheons of time and space is the infallible caress of grace And its endless emerald lace January 27, 2021 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
You needn't know how / You needn't know why / You needn't even know / You needn't even breathe / You only need to see, the smell / to taste, the touch / and to hear, the remedy / ~in~ the fountains of melody. And you needn't even try For those to burgeon above the dams, in enshimmering over flow
Maya is matter. Matter is play. Play is a rapture. Rapture is pray. Pray is the gateway. Gateway is clay. Clay is a clothing. Clothing is jade. Jade is a crystal. Crystal is face. Face is a flourish. Flourish is grace. Grace is lushness. Lushness is lace. Lace is a lingerie. Lingerie is pace. Pace is a pleasure. Pleasure is sate. Sate is a symphony. Symphony is wait. Wait is a winter. Winter is fate. Fate is a goddess. Goddess is late
If flowers came on the scene, in less than 130 bling. And if humans came on the scene, in less than 7 bling. Imagine what's to sing on the scene, in less than 1 blingedly-bling!
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