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Post by jedi4jesus on Feb 1, 2004 15:14:52 GMT -5
i press my ear apon the rainbow, glance apon a shard inside the window, i feel peace taper over dull bitterness, like hair against my skin, soft carress, a dream floats above my head, as color brightens and hold stead, the sun beating slowly like drum over flower, making the sweetest out of sour, a moon shine out of leaf, possible even with little old beef! soaring feathers,color fading, lapping water, life is changing, constant love is he, as reaching farther than my beloved sea! creation..made by him, things small, big, by the rose stem.. we are being, he is everything....
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Post by Gottohavefaith on Feb 2, 2004 12:03:31 GMT -5
thats good, id say more but i have to go.
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