Their words are written just as they take it soaring sky high, making it too late to resolve by the time to realise.
It may be a wall but they never intended it to be an obstacle, as those gradually placed steps to make show.
To listen carefully will understand exactly what is being put to mind, yet the opinions to speak are ironically so.
Defending but by the look on their faces wonder what their guard is up for, seems like have given a shield for the wrong person.
Some fences to wonder which side is greener has a narrow path between, where most of those come passing by. So stirring matters for others brainwaves to have, neither side is greener.
In the forest; certainly with feet upon dry land and firmly on the ground, yet the sense in mind above is an unnatural form. As if to believe that the passing of night is deliberately put there. Like the moon is attached to a string as a balloon. And the reflection in the slow moving tide is creeping in to make matters shallow.
In the stones; fighting with the wind in some sense for the direction to go in yet patience will see it pass, but time only passes where both together or as an intoxicated mind the hands tick by without the numbers, love is only half the happiness that makes a smile but some burning passion can push them away.
Zechariah Ch.14:V.3 " - Then shall the LORD go forth, and fight against those nations, as when he fought in the day of battle."
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