Someone else is all planned for a enjoyable moment as well. They're all set and wired for it, just waiting for the perfect time.
Blessed to come up smelling of roses as the roots to be golden threads within pure soil of the earth.
Old wise words from an elder has struck a chord and plucked the heartstrings from a blank canvas.
The Racing Post is not making it's bar set out to achieve, clearly raised it too high for their expectations.
To write from such an empty uneducated mind is a wonder for where dreams come from. An inspiring face that dotes upon their mind to stir up imaginary thoughts. Or perhaps, it's some one other they focus and visualise on to be creative.
In the forest; that whom gives guided ways is opposite to the path taken. As they have reached a point of no further, wishing others to take on their endeavours. Yet, the way wanting is the direction they came. However, as a whale out of water that cannot walk on dry land. Points ahead to that destined path towards inland. Than encouraged to tread waters that only the whale can swim.
In the stones; the obstacle ahead is not the conquest yet the path leading up to such boundary that is, different directions are either the same and leads round to the same reach but further on is there to decide upon, a loves choice will encourage to follow with the thought hovering of the latter yet relieved once at the place destined.
Numbers Ch.31:V.17 " - Now therefore kill every male among the little ones, and kill every woman that hath known man by lying with him."
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