fine ole day

woke from this dream

harbor no ill will

intense as its own event

and called as its own lost words

and dealt as the measure

as the beats of the heart

and something must have set the mood

and mind off

and yet tended to just forget

and dealt as its own sensation

as its own time

and turn as its own pure

as the luck

that reality

seems to make


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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