That snake in the grass has cast a spell ever since a young age, that will seek deep waters for that satisfying remedy.
A sweet taste of love is what encourages further interests, not to be selfish with their special ingredient, is shared mutually with any other keen eye.
They would search high and low, swim the deepest oceans, sore to the moon, if it pleases.
Having a connection with that world they see out of their window, only there is a wedge between the world outside and the life inside.
Have got them burning hot for that passion they desire the ball is now rolling. Let's just hope others are being on a roll, too. Knowing how others are playing out their part and just how close they are also.
In the forest; on a normal day things are as slow and quiet, yet still display the same as always. That it takes a spectacular parade to bring them all coming in. Like a band marching to their song, and still the same that is displayed. It seems a touch of excitement is what is needed for the vast attention of many.
In the stones; are as a blade of grass that whichever way the wind shall blow all around will go in the same direction that paths between say only otherwise, unless drastically are divided then paths show which side can be greener, love who is that outline for to have room to breathe understands why the goodness needs for that sheltered protection.
St. Luke Ch.13:V.17 " - And when he had said these things, all his adversaries were ashamed: and all the people rejoiced for all the glorious things that were done by him."
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