Joy Our Love

Don'r trap me in to some impressionistic whirl, I was making my way to the gates all day. In this ebb and swing; we make believe it is also ours and influenced by all and not particularly equal. There is nothing beneath and above this equality, It is the harmonizing star of the sky without knowledge of falling. Trade something more for something less, you will see vastly that your opinion graduated. You find that even picking up after some litter bugs gives delight.  (If only to allow trees to breathe from a smothering strangle of a plastic bag gone arrant.) Maybe the smell of carcinogen and rotten immunized the one who didn't have it. No way... ... Maybe just a playful road sign in Normandy or Norway. I'm a burnt method, I assure you, though well-intended and by vague abstractions, countless. Although, heaven too is a flame, so maybe the cinder is in the poised stoic and not fit in my bone. Did we go to far? Rants aren't like death. Then ag

Scottish Swiss Fine ascent Swiss and African with Recompence. Aligning left meow for change. It's LEFT and RIGHT not a bit deranged. Here strange... No French, Canadian or Pole. It's Center and Truth with all Control. Fool am I for a fork in the wind. But glancing at English in the mid of Sovend. Blessed be to, "Prince of Peace." For Breathe and Air, Boron released. I recognize eyes, wings all the same, for the Jordan replenished the Kind King for a change, As it were and autos-- for spoiling half-metal. The Wheat stacks high and rolled in the Bellow. Poor timing is mine, sometimes when I lie. Life---is, my guardian. As nothing might blend For the Ascended Nautalus could wellow and fend. the strife was all righteous. The posthumous Protein with forgotten Promise. Flight for a light in the simply quite darkness. Now Russian and America-- Indonesian caucus.