The message to broadcast is secretly done, while others see as a moment to spare, are throwing out the rope for others to climb.
Their eyes are open as a flower in full bloom, for as long to shun light upon their mind, will remain open till time to sow seed.
A darkened world they have enclosed in a stage to be entertained by, it is in their hands for how to make use of such character.
Is it not obvious, dancing to the beat of their drum, why everything leads to the same frog to kiss.
Have got the mind in a hovering above state that those books to be upon need understanding from a ground level.
Whatever the fight to put up, the answer will always be found inside those pages. While they believe can take all the hard work and time off your hands, so all is ready and available, prefer such pastime's for yourself. Taking for every mental thought is crossing a line, but with others if you don't ask you don't get.
In the forest; message arrives like a scroll to unravel, yet the command of one is taken lying down as an unrolled seat. Contemplating over it's words, while preparing for such trivial meeting. While to make oneself look decent, is a question of 'will I or won't I', during the meantime of the real purpose to be there. A meeting of two minds, yet may be a passing of souls during the night.
In the stones; moving too fast in the mind you won't be able to keep your pants up and heading right in the direction they want to cut you off, to balance matters it was a slippery slope to be on and as for they were a clouded judgement, love who is short of a cupcake sweet reward creates that silver lining.
Song of Solomon Ch.8:V.7-10 " - Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love , it would utterly be contemned.
- We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
- If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will include her with boards of cedar.
- I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour. "
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