The way the tide looks with the ocean's immensity,
The way subtle things appear and then vanish.
Or the way light reacts with an electron--
The sweet victory of physics and the galactic to-molt that allows us to gather...
The wind picks up as she lay in the shade, weary.
Before her heart began to fear very little things, she was always grasping the massive volume and larger significance.
Although her heart is growing, the way it sometimes flutters reminds her of when she was excitable during childhood. When something was so clearly frightful, she refused to look...
But now she is inescapable. She acknowledges her own steely attitude and the way she refuses to change for the negative. Even when she is shallow and unreachable-- she charges her spirit and rages in beauty.
The uplifting and unfailing Grace of the above gives her flight in all the darkest places.
Here, then only she can see her opulence in victorious form.
Mere clarity and Truth in love, and directly ascended from kindness.
Dear Angela-- what a flight you are on.
May the deer bless you in your nest and may the trees glide their leaves in space as you pass.
The way subtle things appear and then vanish.
Or the way light reacts with an electron--
The sweet victory of physics and the galactic to-molt that allows us to gather...
The wind picks up as she lay in the shade, weary.
Before her heart began to fear very little things, she was always grasping the massive volume and larger significance.
Although her heart is growing, the way it sometimes flutters reminds her of when she was excitable during childhood. When something was so clearly frightful, she refused to look...
But now she is inescapable. She acknowledges her own steely attitude and the way she refuses to change for the negative. Even when she is shallow and unreachable-- she charges her spirit and rages in beauty.
The uplifting and unfailing Grace of the above gives her flight in all the darkest places.
Here, then only she can see her opulence in victorious form.
Mere clarity and Truth in love, and directly ascended from kindness.
Dear Angela-- what a flight you are on.
May the deer bless you in your nest and may the trees glide their leaves in space as you pass.
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