Me at night, up at high; exploring this beauty; creative, Almighty. What thinketh this was made; Like a crown of glittery stones, embezzled in a mess. White river of flowingstars, Hung together, close, though far. How beautiful; This kinship bizzare.
Bonding close with thee I have;
Greeting my great,great, great grandma; up there. People say, who leave here, live there. Since then I accompany her, lace; It's been long, I miss her tales, sometimes squirrels; sometimes whales; Sometimes, it's been; truck and rails.
In this lonely, city of fast moving nowhere. Aimless; Mind trembling with fear, what about anxiety, worthto share.
At my roof, I stare; This Holy relationship they care, Dancing collective down to heel. It might cause, all wound to heal.
What a meaning, it shows, In meaning less world, that once goes.
Life is here, Life is there; You will remain no matter where; Cheers the beers whenever,Wherever , As love remains hereafter, thereafter.
So beautiful Menka
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Thank you☺
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