Awhile thoughts sediment the depths of the heart, soul and mind. Ceasing and easing the flow upon the depths of life. The refine and fine of time with lines upon the finger tips that feel the awake of life. The rub of nature upon feelings and thoughts that engulf the narrow journeying upon the conscience. The touch and attach of the morning with a glance upon own emotions and thoughts. Which surround and around the eyes the watery reflection the enter within the realms of the mind. Where sought is intrigue and fascinate to capsize the pain and hurt that engulf life.
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