What happens to me when I sit alone -
In the sea of forgiveness and my hope ;
is spraying paint outside in the rain,
I want to give away - my prayers to echoes heavy spray,
Little teardrops – tender (awards) catching on windows panes,
My name spreading its arms, every embrace - catching wind,
a strength whistling to the waking of a great seaside inn,
I listen, to yesterday, I hear - I love you again and again,
Cast of the horizon I need your beautiful grin.
The rains that falls in my crying;
The strong that belongs my heart defying;
The heart that showers the right from wrong yearning and sighing;
When water parts from wells;
This is whom I am - a hug shaking deep from deep multiplying;
Feelings, in heaven, youth-
Truth,
with its hands -imitation, dies
Feelings, in heaven, innocent stars
a flute
lets fear arouse - the soul flies.
I am.
In my confidence, in love and beginnings, because it is all I seem to know – and I love you
For certainty that I am around you, I describe this physicality (the God of everything)
Deep, the deepest earth - worm. That keeps spreading greatness to all - the nothing - that I have. I am a pond drawing close- in opposition of water winded waves, perhaps -
This is how I feel without looking rising above beyond all the graves. and I love you. Eastern daylight approaching east. My face is a brighter glow from every turning eye in the sun -
I feel like laughter of a new born come, the confidence of my love - deep inside not giving away. Waters bank off flowers and leaves come my way.
Every muscles presses to the puzzles of my pride. The moment wet is gone with the sound of water; water hours of white. There is certainty, certainty - I am Alive. I know how it feels to be,
because all that I know,
I am. And I love you.
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