Crooked
Crooked
They are the ones who make them forget the existence they have and surround them with the spirit of their new life.
The grave may be the provider of new bodies and matter taken by counting for others.
They anchor vitality and life to the earth on the plane.
If it is crooked or twisted, it is replaced and transported.
They can become a pain that diminishes and leaves a trail of loss.
Because other family ties may feel sad about the desire to unite.
If the thought of the world is their meaninglessness,it is worth waiting for.
They will change for their new values.
Copyright © Johannes Cicek | Year Posted 2024
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