Life is a beautiful experience, with all the Good and Bad that hath been brought. Yet within our lives, time hath consumed much of thus, breath is the start and end to it all. With beauty that hath been bestowed upon thy natures secrets and hidden sights, hath thee thus known thy tranquil lights? That hath blessed thee with vision un-scathed and pure?
Human nature holds most danger, within chosen paths, one leads to Life and the other to Death. Yet thy Creator hath pleaded thee thus.
Choose Life, in it's clean and pure state, laugh with all thus sound emitted within the echoes of nature, and smile with intent to bring happiness upon others. Observe thy waterfalls crystal rivers, with light glowing from thy Life and Love, be that of acceptance yet be warned of thy worlds temptation.
Are thee transparency that of tranquil leaves, caressed thee by evergreen breeze, light and soft is thy might. Thus intention of that prevention, hold stead fast upon that of last, since times of old and times of new, hold much to thy beautiful hue.
Thy eyes gleam in secrecy, thy mind turned over with thought, yet thy words express thus truth and intention. For I say to thee, it is not so, instead...
Thy eyes glow with truth in times unknown, even though thy mind turns with thought and reality due to sight in its purity, thy mind shall own thy hearts desires. For words are thus used as secrecy, thy letters formed from thy lips are that of confusion, when in truth my beloved, words are thy sword in battle... It takes wisdom and understanding to know when to speak, when to utter thy words, for thy mind shall sift thy toxic waste and pour out thy true intent.
Beauty is thus in the eye of thy Beholder, thy true mirrors secret. Each emotion is found in thy eyes, as thy gaze upon thus liquid diamonds that hath clustered within thy water line, and with thy sunlight beams hath thee plead thy colors elegancy.
Human nature has become of thus with hidden secrets, held deep within thy hearts case. Indeed thus hath been believed over time and decade of last, yet in truth, none hath been held secret. For thy Creator hath known it all, from thy start to thy end, and even beyond thy bend. Trust thee thus, I say to thee, for time hath true limit upon thy aging evergreen.
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PoetryWith a history unknown, shall thy truth of thus past grace thy generation of thus day and age? As thy decade upon decade escapes thy time encased tranquility. Is thus spoken to be of physicality or only part of thy mentality? As of molded thought ha...
