If heaven was made of gold then it will glisten like gold dust in the skies. It's not just pearly gates to pass, first by that who carries pearls in shark infested waters.
Everything, every single thing, mounted up together like a pile of symbolic treasures. That's whom they shall be remembered as.
Their favourite tune is like a calling, a key to permit their appearance once again. If to play it well, then play it again.
Written knowledge of theirs is not always necessarily by their own intellect. It can be a passing of words that they too have come across.
Anticipated for this moment, like an exotic flower waiting to burst open in bloom. Others have been seeking for so long, and denying those who try. That it is this moment that truly reveals its passionate finale to seed.
In the forest; anointing the next to rule over is an already done deal. While for that need to crown their glory with a queens reassurance. Everyone has been spending many moments with the chosen one. Emerged forward and accepted by naturally addressing each and every one. An encouragement the king had pursued, so will easily find whom shall reign.
In the stones; staying low is impossible when dealing with tall overlooking above all else types, perhaps not being alone can deter their senses as they have more faces to deal with, love knows exactly what they look out for and can dodge that magnetism allowing to casually stroll past.
2 Chronicles Ch.3:V.6 " - And he garnished the house with precious stones for beauty: and the gold was gold of Pärvāim."
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