Minor Detales
Minor DeTales
Minor DeTales
Time is still an enemy of mine.
Listings and beginings over aeons of worthless worry.
Searching for archeological assessments.
L()()king for this WORMY under Stone.
Just one white Stone.
I have a flower vine with me running all around me with roots
and AH the thing has found me there.
There seems to be a flowere near where my heart used to reside.
Risen, Risen, Risen from the Dust, I cried.
My New Namme, What is it? Am eye lust , or NO;
just forgiven Jesus, ascending into Heaven,
where comfort is a cup of cold water and love.
NO wait, I see mye place is near: the door of Heaven;
and She is waiting for me there, mye flower, mye Parme.
For Me, For poor me, we love like we did here in Heart,
and word and must we never part again.
A bed of Whiteflowers and violets, underneath both of our heads.
A Whiteflower is there at rest. A maiden blest.
Part of mye new family.
The spirits of all time.
Violet and Mary and forgiven Jesus.
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