Pausing in the cradle of mankind, allows the shape to blend within the mind. Each day comes anew, but the old, was also once brand-new. Swinging in the breeze, nature effectively guides these words that never rest. The rope expands to accept the body because it has no other course. Sitting as the cars pass, you wonder, will you ever last? Off in the distance, the green and blue meet, but never touch. With the two giant trees, the sun never breaks through. The swing of life has no end because the trees never bend?
Car after car pass these trees, will they ever recognize what should be? With the power of the sun, can the darkness disappear? What greater force is there to fear? Each day comes anew. Here I sit or swing, what has changed in the scheme of things? Rest has long been overdue and feeling no stress allows a new calm that will aid in the long process to rejuvenate.
We all can learn from what we articulate, it is never too late. A shadow is cast between two massive trees, but the sun sometimes shines in between. You wonder how that can be. Then you learn that the shadow of the sun guides this pen. In life and soul we are one, like daytime and the sun. So I swing and rest, time is passing. We live within the power of this radiant energy. The breeze feels good, icy, or humid, it does not matter.
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A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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