Knocking on wood never can tell what is behind closed doors, whether warmly expected or to bring a cold welcome.
A big heart but such a battleaxe, although it is their deep felt feelings that draw them towards such influenced doings.
Secrets are as unwanted items wishing to throw out, but must keep them and hidden from prying eyes, or ears.
Age is as different planes of life to be in, absorbing all around for that moment. Till to reach yet another higher plane and then understand what had been before. Like a mind burning to release their wisdom gained, knowledge that now has an answer.
Even though cloth ears it is these muted times that the cloth breaks away like flapping pages of a book, they just kept their mind to themselves. It is others that then feel the truth hurt them for now realising what went through their mind during wanted times.
In the forest; pretty maids in a row bring delight in thirst of water, as a dried up soul that needs lubricating. Their wishes send thoughts further where many risk the distant journey with hope in guardian angel to comfort them. Reaching an open book that has been telling the tale of their life. As if life to know exists and emerges before their eyes, yet with some fear of the unknown.
In the stones; needing a push to walk ahead for fear of being held at burden of whom holds the key as that gatemaster, such bright ideas for a troubled past but it these ideas that encourage the keymaster by the presence of oneself, love is all for being on edge before jumping off for knowing the guarded reassurance that both keymaster and gatemaster must share.
Nehemiah Ch.2:V.13 " - And I went out by night by the gate of the valley, even before the dragon well, and to the dung port, and viewed the walls of Jerusalem, which were broken down, and the gates thereof were consumed with fire."
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