If art was for that "am not a fighter, am a lover", then the armour to wear will also be holding a paintbrush. It's what to fight for, the art of love.
Spreading those wings can always tell who is the leader. The one with the opposite span while all others are in sequence. Soon will see all follow suit eventually.
Literally taking that stick in the mud seriously. Holding on with every grasp while to stick around. Only when to become noticed will then to realise.
Going to be hard to separate them. While they seem cosy and cuddling, have become entwined together. Like the growing twines of an establishing plant. Entangled and twisted from grasping hold of eachother.
If living on the wildside is how to put it. Have truly incorporated the outdoors to be indoors. Which also places each and every other to behave like are indoors only exposed outdoors.
In the forest; cannot hurry the pace of something natural to develop. While it is another egg in a basket, it cannot be hatched until it is ready. So those applying the pressure will not win however they try. Just enjoy the time for now it'll be hectic once to crack.
Isaiah Ch.22:V.21 " - And I will clothe him with thy robe, and strengthen him with thy girdle, and I will commit thy government into his hand: and he shall be a father to the inhabitants of Jerusalem, and to the house of Judah."
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