It grabs you right through in your inner core, what thee, that bee, it could've been free, something more to feel like the warmest flower in palm faced hand one by one, intrigued the passion came to and from in vain, it's nothing into the pain at all, the root has a meaning of fate to begin, how much growth out to the mysterious cultures, unleash the sledge of nature's best interest, a split of mind to restore, unspeakable thought to feel love, not scare and fear to crawl onto the skin of beauty, let the moment be, ensure the process would take it like so, be brave to touch, it's okay to crave it, depend on the soothing side to side, either way, one unwilling flower to heal the power on earth
Written by
Michael James Brindley
8-13-18
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