Long time ago I promised my buddy (and sometimes gulled) to be writing but inevitable engagements kept me off the bay yet so distinguished looking friend though managed to pull up his sleeves for all the worse reasons I could get to not find time to write...and while on that thought, I startled about developing a moment of bliss that I could have to myself as a plausible companion and Bingo! When you seek, you recognise!
The same impetuous streak of thought would never stop in us and yet we wonder about this, that and them! It takes a standing in the lighthouse to measure the signature of soul, the mark on the wall as it strikes to the sailor does a bit too good to others...well! I would just smile and I mean severe now..but you'll get run over if I let you go. The gory Loops that we have long built in and around have defrauded as usual and painting all possible intrusions. Tut-tut!!! See those horses run away, bet on them the Sunday morning and Oh! Gallop-gallop-gallop-a horse galloped past without a rider..See how it comes to you...and is there anyone out there because it got harder and harder to breathe (I remember Maroon 5 for fellow reasons).
Perhaps it is the middle of the drizzle readily swarming my thoughts upon an undecided yet fragile instances of Life as all defined it. There are people, some sort of people who gave you the picture of some old room inducing all you can screech for. The dreamer's automatic fancy just comes alive with the fraud of course, and lits up the whole new horizon. The pane is gently witnessing every drop it receives and it's not hollow ...quiet, calm and never to be interrupted with the musings of dim pinks and blues...
But as for that, I am not sure. I do not believe it nailed a cross on us. No one knows and ever knows how it ever happened. Oh Dear you! The mystery of life ... inaccuracy of thought...ignorance of humanity!
And all for that it has been with you, me or us... It's so diamond cut letting it sparkle for all emancipating reasons and fading the dullness of time and when I think about the sunrise, Time seems to have passed and it should happen to meet the mural painted in the last sleep coloured with defiance. The majestic moon is rising above the water and the breeze wafts across to fan the cheeks for holding a love affair with life..!
"The greatest Blues singer will never stop singing..!" : Bessie Smith
Natasha
The same impetuous streak of thought would never stop in us and yet we wonder about this, that and them! It takes a standing in the lighthouse to measure the signature of soul, the mark on the wall as it strikes to the sailor does a bit too good to others...well! I would just smile and I mean severe now..but you'll get run over if I let you go. The gory Loops that we have long built in and around have defrauded as usual and painting all possible intrusions. Tut-tut!!! See those horses run away, bet on them the Sunday morning and Oh! Gallop-gallop-gallop-a horse galloped past without a rider..See how it comes to you...and is there anyone out there because it got harder and harder to breathe (I remember Maroon 5 for fellow reasons).
Perhaps it is the middle of the drizzle readily swarming my thoughts upon an undecided yet fragile instances of Life as all defined it. There are people, some sort of people who gave you the picture of some old room inducing all you can screech for. The dreamer's automatic fancy just comes alive with the fraud of course, and lits up the whole new horizon. The pane is gently witnessing every drop it receives and it's not hollow ...quiet, calm and never to be interrupted with the musings of dim pinks and blues...
But as for that, I am not sure. I do not believe it nailed a cross on us. No one knows and ever knows how it ever happened. Oh Dear you! The mystery of life ... inaccuracy of thought...ignorance of humanity!
And all for that it has been with you, me or us... It's so diamond cut letting it sparkle for all emancipating reasons and fading the dullness of time and when I think about the sunrise, Time seems to have passed and it should happen to meet the mural painted in the last sleep coloured with defiance. The majestic moon is rising above the water and the breeze wafts across to fan the cheeks for holding a love affair with life..!
"The greatest Blues singer will never stop singing..!" : Bessie Smith
Natasha
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