An ancient tradition set in stone remains the same 'ole, the only change is the ruffled feathers over the years, causing slight alteration in colour.
If things were that straightforward then why as a snake, sly yet wise, slithers in a slow curving bend.
They say to a mans heart is through his stomach, which means as puppy love with treats, to slack with such satisfying foods is an emotion of neglect.
Not a race but time is set between equal sources to see whom are in sequence with each other.
Certainly got that secret ingredient going on for the distance to travel all the way for. Looks like they are making the effort since having the trouble of getting there. Just, others are now infatuated and like a secret love potion, have ruined chances with anyone else of a mutual passion.
In the forest; some as birds flock to a distance together to another homage to nestle in. Others, no matter the destruction, stay put and continue as they were. Journey's to have are not for all, but the journey is to travel to them. If they change places of existence then whom is to be greeted by, than an empty place to study.
In the stones; a sheltered place is where a bombshell is dropped leaving directions in thought altered, some directions are not a choice but to go with the way is given and an option to turn from, love is in a tug between two passions and only weigh equal by one decision.
St. Matthew Ch.15:V.19-20 " - For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, blasphemies:
- These are the things which defile a man: but to eat with unwashen hands defileth not a man."
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