Storms calmed, fires dwindled, water smoothed, walls crumbled. To talk, to listen. The crow flies home turns chirps and pecks out the eyes of the scarecrow. The rains pour, the fires burn, the wind sweeps, and volcanos blow. Quiet now, Time passes. -life is in prompt to. To bad thier are time limits.
smile starting to sing, in my low rumbling voice, I praise the gods goddess and all those inbetween. Looking up at the full moon I understand the true meaning of "blessed be"
or sit and give you a bass beat, watching as the sun sets into night, feeling the cool breeze and loving the atmosphere you create around you. A dancer and the beat, not one making the other, but two who become one.
I am soaring high above the clouds, living and laughing, caring and giving, licking and loving. I am a bird, I am a man. Lost but with love. I do not fight the gusts of wind, I use them to soar. To soar higher then my own muscles could ever take me. Higher then the skys are high. Soar with me?
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