A picture to tell yet how far can a bird fly carrying it in its beak. Even to hover will soon let go if too much a burden to bear the weight of.
A creative mind yet far from the truth to believe in, than if portrayed precisely as the truth be told.
Encouraged to emerge out, although directed to be sheltered again. From one roof to be under to another for the sacred purpose of.
It's not the door that is the problem but knowing what will come of once to turn that handle.
Them on a ledge to look down upon what needs to gradually tippy toed by. To show exactly what they want to see, yet it is their on an edge to be magnified. Probably why the anticipation to expect their wishes like others granted from a cloud above.
In the forest; a city burning to wipe out the new altercations that build up the once past. A past of pleasant paths, narrow lanes, and fields for miles. Than a towering state of concrete blocks that overcrowd such a home. Raising the past is bringing forth an ancient tribe of warriors. Defending a place so vast that words of wisdom are like spellbound events.
In the stones; level minded yet for their higher intelligence to have is like a cloud hovering and passing over to a young mind, this equally shared thoughts has that door closed on to prevent a path discouraging that young learning mind of intelligence, love looks up to this higher than thou wisdom so to see over everyone to be ahead for where distractions may occur.
Ezekiel Ch.43:V.10 " - Thou son of man, shew the house to the house of Israel, that they may be ashamed of their iniquities: and let them measure the pattern."
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