A wandering sheep sometimes can't help the feet they are slipping on, dressed as to be the black sheep and left to uncontrollably slide towards their direction.
May scrub up well but it's when amongst the midst of others do they find for those awkward small areas that need to get into.
Sometimes those catches are what gives for that slight ajar opening, as not always sealed fully as under lock and key would be.
Although the patience for this journey, it is in their interest to get there sooner than later. Even if to see it as a moment to catch up on some light reading.
Listening to both sides of the story, one for putting the boot in and the other to what their heart is saying. Since it is a case of scrub their back they'll scrub yours, according to what everyone else are saying. If love could fly like the wind that blows, will find some way to brush off on what has already developed. As the wind that blows upon the ground where things have bloomed.
In the forest; considering how the world rotates around beneath the feet. If to stand still will just gradually be moved by the slow pace of life. Where as, if to move according to ones own pace, no matter how slow or fast. There is the self control for which direction that world to live rotates in. Are all balancing upon our own rounded together life, and choose for just where we get that ball rolling to.
In the stones; they never did have intentions other than going alone for seeing a shared journey as the final chapter, as twice a journey is twice the effort and there is only one individual card in a set unless both planning on being jokers, love rains down upon wherever it falls and is as a passing cloud for whomever is underneath and has to be someone to gather what suits together.
St. Luke Ch.1:V.31 " - And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS."
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