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Cleansing my mind’s world so I may explore and discover more aspects of yet to be prospects in life.
Solemn anticipation folds itself around imagination, taking it on journeys of pleasant surprises for all times.
Solitude sanctifies inner beliefs and faith with it’s quiet interpretation under the breath of God’s Holy Spirit.
Using talented gifts bestowed upon a mind of incessant intellect.
Lonely, empty bottles, staring at me from shelves of disuse.
Delving into thoughts of emptiness, allotted to imagestransfigured in rags of bountyous relief.Never touching bottles, not wanting their emptiness to fillme also.Standing back, emotion draining from the life I was meant tolive.
Clouds smiling whitely down on us,
beautiful tresses, as they soaracross borders of our desert.
Beating staccatoely with rhythms of interior moments,
Walking roads and pathways to lands of excellence,finding treasures along the way and saving them inhearts of tomorrow.Relaxing and listening to interior motives every stepof the way, while ceding to an inner calm and peacefullife.
Hands of a clock continue to rotate changing the hours and minutes of each day hidden within it’s being.
Partaking of minute particles every day, hands of a clock continue to rotate, counting off our seconds left till death ends an individuals own timepiece kept deep within a mortal body.