Take a hand, hold it with passion, try to relieve of hope around the corner, bet the encouragement floes really deep, take a hand, hold it with passion was a keeper, horseman clouds were standing still on the quiet skies alone, the sun was warm indeed, take a hand, hold it with passion, every inch to grow like a root rises up nearby daisies everywhere than here upon the inner grass, seek into the magical water fountain onward face palmed hand openly, the marvelous path has chosen for, when you look close to the puddle of water right there on the certain visionary quest from the mirror, take. take a hand, hold it with passion, so easy to believe or what, keep smiling away so bright enough, see yourself to the world of life, realize to make one simple art, and find yourself a secret place on the field of joy. rejoice of love
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-22-21
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