The taste, the smell, the bittersweet, the tender and
soft, how warmth it shall be, identified the beauty to
discovered that, reclaimed texture and moisturized
land of the overhead rose root, how much compassion
to give the power source revealed, the story would
and should follow, when it rains so heavy or light
able to drip underneath the heavenly ground, one
nose to take a sniff, its worth wild and mild attached
thee and thou, adjust the magic intact, to heal, to leap,
to immerse and verge, admit to being a lot younger and
growth in the time runs through
Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-3-22
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