While that bow has a reputation and widely renowned for its capability. The real gift is in the hand of whom plucks that bow. Cupid won't be one without it.
And that's the thanks to get, bending over backwards for their path to proceed upon. Now are left in an entangled mess still bent backwards.
When to think it was 'you watching them', turns out all this special treatment and privileged access was so 'they can watch you'.
Such a heavy entrance, although floral yet a weight upon the mind. If can succumb such pressure then that door is open.
These gaps to fill in their life are not exactly big. Like a slither of light that can just about crack through. Is how much of a gap there are. Don't let this place any doubt for being demanding. They're just wanting for any other time, and it's for those times they point out.
In the forest; it's a talent they have, and one that can help the garden grow.
Only, not in the sense as to first consider. They like to sing to their crops. Play a little tune, blurt out some lyrics, encourage the land for vegetation to establish. And all through the medium of music. Fancy that, while munching into that next prepared meal made with musical love.
St. Luke Ch.13:V.35 " - Behold, your house is left unto you desolate: and verily I say unto you, Ye shall not see me, until the time come when ye shall say, Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord."
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