A touch of Eastern exotic in the bedroom that sends the senses onto a journey.
Only their cover is dark and dreary but once to peel back the surface will see those vibrant colours.
Unfortunately from these circumstances cannot do so in pigeon steps, as either will take the wind in flight or the wind to gently sail.
They appeared once from their dense dwellings like habitants of the forest. Leaving behind something to hit home hard with and call upon them again if need be.
Something a little birdy tells cannot be abided with by being perched on a stone beside them. To truly abide the same must be perched upon the same stone they are. It is where others whom take this stone to perch on as to be all about them. When knowing the truth is to be perched on the latter stone that bird had.
In the forest; interests that befall with keenness still remain to pick up again. Yet it is when the mist smothers over those interests and need to find ones footing again. Watching where to tred as the smog disperses with every step. Before to trip over those interests once visible by sight.
Numbers Ch.24:V.11 " - Therefore now flee thou to thy place: I thought to promote thee unto great honour; but, lo, the LORD hath kept thee back from honour."
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