Healing is a breath line of secondary quant whispered wind, steady of a soft and tender taste, the eye adjustable to close enough space, and the hope is a secret ingredient level, sunlit heat keeps up lightly, rejoice of happiness will and chill the heart wonders beat, reloaded spirit surrounded and grounded it shines beneath that installation cloud, the worldwide land on foot enlarged handsomely indeed, the joy of quiet shall be an extreme silence consequence on the freckle field of love and beauty without words, little eyes awakened to and from, one movement and improvement skills, way up the dandelion hills before then, expended ingrown arms and hands attached with, two loveliest legs and feet able to leap through in time
Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-21-21
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