Turning for a new corner that leads a passage of hope is not allowing sleeping dogs lie, but needing to observe such journey till achieved and then can rest.
No point trying to be their replacement, step in where they been, as are offering something different entirely.
To miss them like a hole in the head is leaving matters open for anyone to dive right in to satisfy.
When free as a bird cannot keep anyone to a home, although most birds do not fly far from the nest, some sense the whole land as their home.
Some heels that are heard clickety click as they approach are like alarm bells ringing. Yet it is they whom has the candle burning down. While others find that keen interest to share so are felt welcome to come near.
In the forest; getting the right combination together to create a perfect colourful outlook. Knowing to want to make it be seen and nothing out of place to cause doubt. Having the correct words for the rightful ears for when they come round. Is as seeing a grasshopper upon grass that makes the two ideal with eachother. Than to see a grasshopper seated upon a rock that has a centre of attention in what should be naturally.
In the stones; while some will head straight on and some bend over backwards just to be upon those lips it's what's left back home to consider, a feeling like a hovering cloud that follows around while everyone are in sun shine begins that long journey home, although love carries their heart on the sleeve there still needs some spice added before to walk such path.
St. John Ch.8:V.44 " - Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it."
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