ice cream in a park

looking at faces in places

as its own turning

as its own connection

as its own feel as it was the moment

and held as its own something so cold

and real cool

and yet in a dream like world

and its own manner

and matter of its own doing

and danced as its own whereabouts

and told as its own push as its own purpose

and when it was the speaking

as its own question


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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