What part in your equality of fate, something more and less, upon the beauty of resourced and reconnected on art together, the fingertips would take it, the toeless feet to glide soothingly in place, onto the earth follows upon the outsider cloud of spirit, the soulful of mind and combined the gate, let it be light, and so much bright came out handsomely, no more fearless, no more suffering pain, no more stress out many of levels high and low, no more little migraines to attracts you either way, find the expiration of love to step on, to take the cloudless step too, let the happy cloud come to them
Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-24-18
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