If a picture can tell a thousand words then it must be the words of history, as the same story is told by every glance made towards.
A place symbolised by change of season can only be as fresh as the fruit from the picking, than allow to linger by distance where the ripeness has gone sour.
Their spared moment in life shared is felt as the heart that beats, while resting upon a cloud above, their persistency can create shocking results if not mutual.
Can the tale to tell be as big of a story as the page to make it appear on, or had plans been made far fetched for the short story it is.
The way their mind works can either be a fist full of knuckles by being hard hitting or to give appraisal. It's all down to good timing for when to get those words in. Time is the essence for relaxation with others, so unless to quote with fluttering hearts for what they missed out on hearing.
In the forest; a crack of the whip is a short distance to make for the saddle to ride in, for being hasty in decision making. Than if to be hesitant with patience and then take up that opportunity when the real urge is there to. As a whip can only reach for what is in front than for what further up ahead.
In the stones; making a point steadies the ground to be on yet not made it deep enough that the love on up high is pushing them away, unless time is cut brief then perhaps what point is about to be made can level with them, love as a struck bow to attract the heart comes in diagonally causing that back to square one.
Exodus Ch.32:V.23-24 " - For they said unto me, Make us gods, which shall go before us: for as for this Moses, the man that brought us up out of the land of Egypt, we wot not what is become of him.
- And I said unto them, Whosoever hath any gold, let them break it off. So they gave it me: then I cast it into the fire, and there came out this calf."
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