truth sound as

felt as its own doing

and wonder as the making

as the feel as its own breath

and meant as the making

and composed as its own edge

and sweep as the storm

and long as the breeze

as all can be claimed

as its own theme

as the words

as its own street

as its own flow

as the going

and hurt nothing

and held it all to the side


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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