Southern side of the door was wide open, big city clouds movingly close, not too strong either direction, one sun crawling under beneath the oceanic vibe of the waterfalls crashing innocence, everlasting breath blew winded, and the blinded conceivable light sounds on the north every single path. a popping seed grass to grow, and slow, let it show eagerly steady..... held many breaths in and out soothingly involved and resolved the procedures, no pain, no extra stress, no weakness, we're becoming angels in the state, only one spot to see and saw, it looks like heaven, we're the spirit floating and soaring in flock, on flyable wings, to seek the city of heavenized culture and nature, upraise those kissable eyes awakened once more
Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-23-19
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