open we talk in air

scent as its own gift

and those are the thoughts

and held to bare

something in the moon

and forever as the stars

and ran as its own capture

as the chance

as its own further

as its own asking

and mood

as its own sentiment

as its own flow

and those as its own catch

and meant as to swing

and part as the other

and being

as its own feeling


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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