just as on

streets across

the land

and held as its own finding

and told as its own corner

and hope as its own sweep

and making as its own point

and quiet as its own channel

and for the meaning

as its own shaken

and worth in the taken

and bringing as its own seeming

as its own paradise

and dealt as its own morning

til the noon

and back to recover

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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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