Upon the earthly country called uptown Spain, mainly the night was to die for to see the lights coming up in flare as many and dozen buildings to led up gracefully, that was the best part of life, when you smell something truly fresh is coming down, and felt sprinkling and tiny drops and drips of wondrous rain in palm of your hand and head like so, how wet it was occurred for in the wilderness, how love to spread the news everywhere to keep smiling, keep singing in tune, keep dancing in rhythm, hear the best melodies ever lived, exactly the moment of harmonies to set in stone, just and must listen to capture the movement itself within on the deeper and the deepest ground to step on
Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-12-17
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