The Wonders of Eternal Plea
Nothing really matters when you're living in a time of forget
when no one notices the secrets of your simple speck
Nothing seems to be in the cards any longer of your tarot deck to tell you of the wise light over flowing or your reality check
the deepest thing is glowing darkness , illuminating light and caressamatic passion that blooms
Really not being hypethetical rather being sweet with laughter visions that woos
Great doom springs forth like yesterdays wine and the chariot awaits to sieze all the men and women looking and lurking not being saturated on heavenly weans.
The wonders of the eternal pleahas a great systimatic love as a mother lying ready for a boy or a girl
Her soul being happy hull of excitement in every turn in the world
Embracing the form and fashion she just can't sit at rest knowing she's going to bear a happy spirited kid she is filled with greatness
The time is right she says
The story is ready to unfold
Ever wonder what it means to meet the secrets of the eye to lighten every load
The up coming mother knows and she's delighteed filled with the fruit of the spirit and with child is her gain
Knowing how to refrain from danger she cries aloud for help in the same, same manner of her heart's joy so fluent who would want it controlled, dealing with the matter of life she has a day un cold
Copyright © Porsha Hillmon | Year Posted 2008
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