Vision is thy sights truth and beauty is held in the eyes of thee beholder, beckoned with bliss and new found views, hold stead fast upon my cue. Colors hath last since times bound new, with mixtures of truth and bountiful blues. Where seek thee thy view? I must ask of you...
Though breath be thy bless, and sight be thy might, life holds much beauty due to such duty.
All senses show thee bless, from eyes to see, ears to hear, mouth to speak, hands to touch, and nose to know.
Thy eyes hath been truth of old, to view thy colors so bold. Thus thy world that thee hath walked, hath thee seen thy blessings so brought? Thy sky that hath been thy Perfect Painters scene, with colors of blue and bountifully serene. Thy landscape life, bound and bend, with mountains molded of clay that stay and trees dressed in green as leaves glide in thy breeze. Yet, shall I mention thy vast oceans depth? Dark and deep hold thee breath, wild and free are thee waves cascading high with sunlight rays. Deep-dark blues, splashed with sky colored hues, encased thee then powerfully subdued.
In Life so pure, and bliss bound high, floating and flying within thy sky. With dreams up high, formed in clouds soft and loud, free and seen only by thee, thy words echoed of old throughout thy evergreen trees. My beloved, it shall take a true Love to bring thy feet upon thee street, yet not to crush thy dreams, but to live with thee in thy scene.
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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...
