simple as pure

in the cover

and ran as its own two feet

and magic as the sounds

and acclaim as the feast

and strength

and firm as its own moment

and  took ago

and meant as the last read

and only as its own turn

and clap as its own being

and windows

and seeking

and the ghost

and held as its own theme

and bounce

and when it was the whistle


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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