That made total sense of my day week year life. I feel those words. I'm to play my cards they say. Why should I play when fate seems hidden. Lost I am. Climb a tree and post a spot. A spot of splender. Spring up Summer to Fall color. The beauty comes crystalized forming in the rainbow of colors. I see this as I created this form with a breath of whirling oblivion.
Do all the down right beautiful individuals live up North? I've pondered a move. Move. Change. I sit. I sit. Dreaming up the plan of my life. Unable I am to conceive a child, What am I to be. I call out the God and Godess. They are the ones who posted me here. I feel no hate. Common Collective Vision the emotion of your poet inside yourself. Thanks for sharing