Yet both in the same room but have different ideas, one keeps to the occasion while the other makes matters simple.
As words on a tip of a tongue they emerge with what to say first, through the skin of their teeth get it all out.
Being off hinge but still have bright love shining in their eyes, depending on how patient is whether to go rusty.
A mind difficult to gain as having to break in to their thoughts to open up their deepest concerns.
They hold the heart in their grasp like a nutshell to find a centre to. Others that will share their bread are being dictated to for words to say.
In the forest; like ripples in the sand that have great depth, like the bottom of an ocean without the sea. Sense of reaching the surface below but of grains of sand of hills. An edge from normality that draws into a desert of mindless thoughts and drifting visions.
In the stones; hearing through the grapevine is as to walk on shoulders of giants but not for those who eavesdrop, this is a big movement of another door about to open yet rumours for those who should not listen, love is about to untie their bonds and the passionate flame burning there's no smoke without fire.
2 Kings Ch.19:V.35 " - And it came to pass that night, that the angel of the LORD went out, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand: and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses."
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