In this timeless wonder, one of the land who will be astounding explorations around, upon the playful sand, stand up and do some band of drums into and onto the high equality of rhythm, the melody to stomp on feet, the one harmony to clap and snap same time to get alternate tempo, let the words come at you several times constantly, the poetic wind has blown one piece of life and love overstretched the music paper, all that rhyming to tickle their own sweetest ears, no more fears and tears dropping down like flies, it buzz through the speakers to crack it low medium, and the highest, it sounded of waterfalls were crash landed, a crackling thunder should be gunfire, and at least admire thee, and to make it free, unglue to see and heard of spirituality singer voices all through different courses of paths and trails
Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-31-19
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