The blue sky with its pink clouds
then for rain and thunder
the weather is shifting for autumn.
I would have liked to talk
It is not romantic for with Grace
did it come and departs,
it is but to be steadfast through it
to stand side by side.
Without it but reduced
to empty shells
seeking the light above
and below itself
"Lost"
Restin' like flowers in the grave
which with wind came,
blew into and out of this world
we never truly notice
before they have withered away
only a skeleton remains.
It's all in details like nipples
drippin' drippin'
in our mirrors.
For it's a business until
it's personal
for all things done
is for lattér
but the question is
at what cost
to others personals
did it come ?
We all enjoy the beauty of the waterfall
yet for relations the water
into a still river turns and for the view
it's suddenly very quiet
We make choices for a lifestyle
others we adapt into,
It's not simple but to make way:
There we walked too.
For all fame and fortune
it is to invest
the proceeds instead
of wasting it.
yet beautifull garments
for a design
It's so simple to live
extravagantly.
Lookin' a lil' bit fat in that,
but curves are
now
fashionable
Yet beneath us it lies dormant
as a strange voice
still lingers in the halls above,
only to then remind us,
to slow, slow down or in sadness
are we devoured too.
For holiness is the shield :
To return with it,
the divine which protects
and creates:
"I am I"
It's all so strvnge until we
realize it's real,
and giggle it.
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