If a home was as a face of a person, the door is where words begin to speak and the window upstairs is for watchful eyes. This home has everyone talking about for whom enters and whether to leave during such moment.
It is those objects that wait upon a shelf that says a lot about a person. Their intellect and urges to have in life, as so too their guilty pleasures.
This cherry on the top is the one high above in the tree, to reach it first must gather the same knowledge as they as to enter to same door way.
Furnished is a surrounding to the comfort to enjoy yet still have wishes for a distant relaxation. As seeing through an eye of a needle for that close luxury than to be closer wished for.
If putting up some protection may need to place bells round their ankles if to know for their whereabouts. Or, may as well sling your belongings over your shoulder and walk the walk, hoping those valuables will protect from those behind. Others always did pull that rabbit out by digging up it's surroundings first, and all for saying they are wrapped up in love.
In the forest; a closed book is not an open book to pick up from where to of left it. Thankfully for that playful kitten who holds on to that page from where were at. As romance to bloom further into, yet the passion comes crashing in as the tidal wave. Not to put the flame out, but rather to create a wet blanket. So much for being on the same page when it comes to keeping interests keen.
In the stones; for what are about to do now is the opener to a can of worms that with each step depends on how much so perhaps approach for self and not purpose, it takes a shake for some sense to be woken into when feeling have had their chips and a self approach is far more tantalising than a reason, love who tantalised from the start why the need to approach anyway and their volume is walking backwards to a closed door.
Jeremiah Ch.37:V.12-15 " - Then Jeremiah went forth out of Jerusalem to go into the land of Benjamin, to separate himself thence in the midst of the people.
- And when he was in the gate of Benjamin, a captain of the ward was there, whose name was Irijah, the son of Shelemiah, the son of Hananiah; and he took Jeremiah the prophet, saying, Thou fallest away to the Chaldeans.
- Then said Jeremiah, It is false; I fall not away to the Chaldeans. But he hearkened not to him: so Irijah took Jeremiah, and brought him to the princes.
- Wherefore the princes were wroth with Jeremiah, and smote him, and put him in prison in the house of Jonathan the scribe: for they had made that the prison."
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