world and eyes

thought as its own moment

and whom was the dance

and who is the ability

and well so played in the dance

as its own tommorow

and then it was the passions of the flowing rivers

and held as its own movement

and started as its own adjustment

and for its own sight

and told as its own to imagination

as its own conflict

and yet in a dance as its own movement

to chance


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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