the weather of your heart

unknown as its own standing

and mytery

and its own remain

held as it own mental degree

and the winds broke the chains

and  screamed   its time to be free

and its own other days

and purpose

and its own reality

and held as its own turning

and  making  for its own gesture

and walking as it was the  sounds

and bells as its own return

and no misty hesitation

and nothing is ever flat and  round

tempertures of the measure

and held as its own doing

and what it longs

and how time shall reflect

and nothing is a gamle

and the sounds

are the forever

of its own being as a sun to meet

the mental shine



About mistermaxxx08

i believe in God first and foremost. i love the blessings of love,life and liberty and creativity. i believe in living a Blessed life and I enjoy encounters and the greatness of so many incredible souls who have united here and i enjoy the creativity and depth. we are all Unique. i welcome comments, questions,conversations and peace and the best to all.
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