It doesn't stay, Static It doesn't pray, Erratic It does lathe February 2, 2021 Ecstatic Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
The light was so serruptitiously sweet, it started snowing sugar In play with shades so sensually serene, they started singing silk
Better to be soil / Better to be seed // Better to be sun / Better to be tree // Better to be wild / Better to be weed // Better to be wind / Better to be reed // Better to be salty / Better to be sweet // Better to be royal / Better to be money // Better to be hidden / Better to be seen // Better to be spoken / Better to be dreamed // Better to be scented / Better to be breathed // Better to be patient / Better to be greed // Better to be better / Better to be free
A vivid dream, of easy and natural falling - no, stepping -, in - not love -, but something, - not better -, but deeper. Cracked - but holding -, glass teapot. Glued in gold. Red & green matching, vintage kettles. Cement crescent corner nooks, and hidden homemade gourmet ramen, traditions. Shared occupations, and social openness, and independence, and witness of bliss, in the very obvious, and populous. A struck together stroll. A "We should do that together." into-the-distance - slightly-dreamy -, stare / awareish know. A "Really?! How do you know?" sincere - playful -, wonder full glow
When the soul’s unassailable eternal innocence, is rendered symmetrically visible in the corporeal, the garden of knowledge’s virtuous change can flourish, without conception of evil or death Because no one, wants to know evil
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