Where is my other half of our orange
Where is my forest
The reflection of the lake.
The dusty path through the green, multycoloured valley
the patch of multicoloured flowers
The sun
MY SON
tHE ROUGH OR THE SMOTH, MINE TO CHOOSE
ACTIONS GODS WILL, OR RATHER MY AVAILABILITY TO GOD, IN CONCIENCE
THE SWAY OF GODLIKE ApARITIONS BLeSSES ME AND COVERS MY BREAST WITH GOLD
i WISH TO KNOW THIS ILLEGIBLE THEME IS IT FROM YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE SINCE THE DAYS OF YORE
WHAT I KNOW, i know this but what is that, beauty i see AND WHAT I DONT NKOW, abot the making of the kindom of god, the only paradise
Where we walk in its shadow below
MY SORROW IS CANNON FODER, I FORM INTO JOY, THERE IS NO THIRD PERSON, DISIPATING THE THEME
jUST Fast action, now i know whwre my garden, with its tulips, and carnations and fuchias, and bouganvilias creeping over the white hacienda, the garde where i meet, become joy in the foam with the foam on the waves
The extacy i beheled
ME. JUST ME AND GOD THE ONE WITH THE TWO
Her in my mind with a gold background
A bush
amonst the thorns is a pink rose
Good verses bad, the confict
black or white with colours
Sunrise or set
you and me or separated,
Separation distance, equals sorrow, togetherness, happyness joy, love
adjectives descibing the green paradise
closer or further, from the cliff
Ill not beg at my own door but will meet you in the golden palace
Claim my treasure your touching, and maybe more afection, amongst the misty altar
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