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Just, how cold? Odd, the thought of passion Should a sky have one to hold Forever is now to fold, a prayer lasting... Life in a walls shadow Circumstance, with a youth's vow Seek, and you shall find, all and know A heart with happiness, only before how... The sound of love... Harried by a salt, a cursory share Of decency, a proud covenant With moments to quietly care... Curious prayer's indeed Means with a psyche, rounder eyes Have the sense to see it, heed A role in heaven, where one more life... Is our's forever, fate in the first place Sweet about, and a whole day to dream Came as we went, from here to infinite praise The truth of a world, taken to seem...
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May 19, 2023
May 19, 2023 at 11:02 PM UTC
The Whistle Of Belief
Just, how cold? Odd, the thought of passion Should a sky have one to hold Forever is now to fold, a prayer lasting... Life in a walls shadow Circumstance, with a youth's vow Seek, and you shall find, all and know A heart with happiness, only before how... The sound of love... Harried by a salt, a cursory share Of decency, a proud covenant With moments to quietly care... Curious prayer's indeed Means with a psyche, rounder eyes Have the sense to see it, heed A role in heaven, where one more life... Is our's forever, fate in the first place Sweet about, and a whole day to dream Came as we went, from here to infinite praise The truth of a world, taken to seem...
The power of the poor at heart, is it a clash with angel's to start eternity...?!
#holiness#angels#society#whistles#belief#children
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
May 19, 2023
May 19, 2023 at 11:02 PM UTC
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