bags of mental debris

where is the lasting

and said

as the finding

and hope as its own further

as its own sweep

and caught as the signature

and leaping

as its own path to swim


and not being so close

and all on the mood

and hope as its own calling

and blend

from its own window

those as the showers

into the flow


as all of the before


return to call


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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