until these days

walked barefoot a long time ago

and bread was the mission

in the rain

as the showers of the earth

had cleaned thy feet

acting as the mind

and the soul

as a funky sound of a drummer

and for the forrest

as its own trees

as its own mission

as its own wave

and turned as its own actions

and neither as its own waves

and float as the boat

and sail into a mind

where nothing

and all claim to matter

or make or break you

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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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