in the last of night

story so played

games in the mood

and the charade as its own colorful

gestures as its own mixture

and the strays as the sounds as rain

and held at the bay

and visual as its own corner

as its own wishes

as its own mellow

and caught as the meaning

as to making

and when it was the turning

as its own  usual

and caught as its own smart

as a button in theme


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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