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~ The Wayward Hopes Emotion ~

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Freedom 
is found and 
so rests in measure 
and solely and alone upon 
the given surrender, the one compleate 
abandon to be found within the open heart of the 
broken, will, as as well so pure yes, as well it is a true 
devotion, one given the sight, and the mind to dream,
to take a jaunt upon the merry winds of chance, for it is 
the one given of this the Fathers foremost desire and one 
moving in way of the one wayward hopes emotion, the grace, 
one born of chance, and granted for all and so hence it is so intended 
to be one, an adaptation alive, so as well and thriving, well within the heart 
of a child, to be alone and swept away, alive and wandering free, tossed about and 
around on the many winds of peace and so away goes the one the one gentle chipper leaf,
sent adrift, and amid the fall, apart from the day in way of the gentle warmth one shown to him in 
the beauty of his ever fonder youth, as when to look upon that day just as he was then one quickened in the 
spring now his spirit wandering is found recalling 
the scene, as now he is a love one taken 
aloft the care and gentle 
notions and aloof the 
hearty welcome of the 
breeze, a ways apart 
from the one the one 
so tender, the ever 
tender timber tree. 
As Father love for 
him will sew a new 
place in His heart 
as well so alone 
and in way for him, 
one, a perfect home. 
As I have been the one to 
be so granted the eyes to see. For this graceful 
dance, of this peaceful heart knows that freedom, freedom never falls far, far from the breadth of the tree. ~

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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