can play with words in different signs
and languages.
Coding all poetry, yet no one ever
figures out how I’m doing it.
A secret that will be kept for at least
one hundred years after I’m dead.
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Dancing joyfully in the Lord, feeling His presence
Total recall of His gifts, given without reserve,to a little one so grateful for them.
Sitting in a revelry of optimism, seeing life abundantly while contemplating ingenious qualities of a band performing.
Tantalizing synapses into enlightened trances, writing the feel good emotions into poems.
Finding words lying in coded puzzles,
everything into perspective.Lasting equations joining previous ones solife can be seen for what it is in the end.
Writing in life’s corridors,
tending thoughts and gellingmemories so they’ll last forever.Keeping treasures closely guarded,never letting them fall to the groundand be smashed.Hoping to consecrate them and placethem into horizons of tomorrow.
Silently wishing to meet a friend along the way.
Sometimes prayers aren’t answered, as alone,we go our way.
Being a child filled with a wonderful curiosity for life,
her time with no name calling her.A sweetened atmosphere, enriching a fruitful individualuniqueness.Squaring her shoulders, taking in every bit of peacefulserenity, as she falls asleep early in the evening.Dreaming silently of the universe.