Atmospheres shelter their real emotions by secretly creating their own song to tell of the feelings they truly have.
Emptiness is a wide open sense than a place filled with much to give, as the field that is reaped and laid bare distances the feelings than if grown and waiting to be harvested.
Symbol of existence and journey in life do not grow old but reused and eventually fades with the fresh new look of modern life.
An end of path may stop but never finishes until someone new continues the journey only for the time being will pause from that point.
Have reached a point of destination where to endure their presence till to pass and continue on from that guided step. For others that step remains to be reached for being on the otherside of fence but where things do come up smelling of roses.
In the forest; an open book are as the wings of a bird, the pages that spread like the feathered tails. Chapters turned by the nestlings to settle in. And tell the story of a mind to someone's thoughts and dreams, however. Some reach higher and foretell much more across the horizons. The distance visions of a journey, that taunt the senses and stir up ghosts that haunt the presence.
In the stones; wrapping things up with a pretty bow won't make the dilemma seem anymore pleasant as are still leading the person to a noose, that perhaps the outcome is therefore seen by someone elses judgement and puts a wedge between, love lures to do the craziest things and maybe a wedge is what keeps those distances from going astray.
St. Luke Ch.6:V.4 " - How he went into the house of God, and did take and eat the shewbread, and gave also to them that were with him; which it is not lawful to eat but for the priests alone?"
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