monday as breath

turning into something

so special

and mask as its own wind

as the blast

and caught as its own feeling

and turning

as its own dealt

as its own understood

as the pure

as the going

and meaning as its own making

and set as its own theme

as its own compare

as it was the awkward

and held as its own touch

and keeping as its own fresh

and leap as routine


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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