Once thought as dreaming, however it is no dream. Those visions of dancing are not all in the mind. Have found what to been wishing for.
Although just a few steps to gain, there is a placing at the bottom for a soft landing. Just incase.
Something unused for its ideal purpose, remained as a piece of ornament to admire. Increases of its worth, for being still good as new.
Half willing as having a hammer but without the tongs. Showing are determined yet only half the job done.
An occasion where anything goes, being in disguise and under the influence. As all things for guilty pleasures it's the aftermath. If others desire to find out, the clues only see beyond where the truth lies.
In the forest; decisive on whom upon the main gate opens up for. Only this leads on towards other means to gain entry. Part of the tall wall demolished to give thoroughfare. Within it's wake of allowing passage, becomes yet another side gate. A clarity that the gates are deliberately placed to prevent a way through.
Song of Solomon Ch.5:V.3 " - I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?"
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