Eyesight on the heavenly blue skies
Push of winds
Respiring deeply
Chants from the freed birds
Sitting in the wooded braid chair.
The unison of having faith in everyday
and hope for a miracle that never fails always sailed.
An inviting horizon to continue,
I smiled and told myself,
"I live beyond belief; no matter how life stands throughs, I'll always do great and be greater."
-spicybcyi
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Secluded to the Messages
RandomA collection of poetry and prose. Secluded to the messages is where it puts one in a place meant to meet and where one gets messaged in its vague manner like the fast paced frequency of a tiny place and a crowd's annoying noise. Date finished: April...
