Hello Mirakeenos hope everyone having a awesome day. God bless you all my bro and sis. I apologize for my long absence. I'm in the last stages of my spine cord recovery. I wanna say i haven't wrote much lately but i have read so much. And even tho i might not always leave a comment. I always read that's my first passion. We are a bunch off talented humans and i love God for that.
Thank you so much for taking a beautiful moment off yours to read my bleed.
Good day" for God said, beautiful is your way. Brown skin silkytrim The world you walk You walk my world And that is it.
My eyes blink But my sight thinks. Your presence"still brings things, that ties and links into strings. All during my love" that for you Still sings, That for you Still wants to share rings. those things that now need for you and me to grow needs.
A act of all is a roll of fate indeed a gate without hate. Memories ring when thoughts bleed. and the heart vowels to always sing. Splitting love and spinning the hurt. To be displayed as a story that sores book stores. And not one true love can ignore and all want to adore.
The beauty that has to be seen, blue of sea and sky, and grass so green, the beauty of the ordinary, looked at again.
A silent kind of loudest cry A scalding tear that froze my lie A broken clock that ticks my days.
I’m sorry for I keep talking in a language you don’t get. It’s a habit I don’t seem to be losing. But, I guess it’s also okay. Because, I don’t expect to be understood when I don’t understand it myself, anyway.
Like 'Midas' turned everything into gold when being touched,why not sorrow can be touched with tenderness of love and caring and being converted into happiness.
Well I question ?
Shine so beautifully and leave everything which makes your brightness dull.The gentle waves, a lovely song whispering peace, peace, peace it goes on and on, for ever long, The inside of my heart is now at ease
In dreams at night, my soul flies light across the seas, across the sky– What does it take to keep awake for hopes to soar for dreams to roar?
And then I wondered which story I wanted to end. Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.Life is not so much about beginnings and endings as it is about going on and on and on. It is about muddling through the middle.”