One Hundred Words Words Life and the True Cost of Freedom
Kept wonton and willing, the new day's many, flower' petaline; all opening up to the moment.
If but only briefly, and if but only merely, and if but just once; now all beholden under the gracious eye of the Sun.
There full and in bloom by the fancy of our Creator, some there laying spent and still and melding now into the kindly need of the ground.
No, Heaven knows no other abandon and no kinder reflection, of the desire of all life, sharing in this and knowing no other welcome!
The cost of true freedom is to withhold nothing!
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100 words above.
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I use Grammarly on my computer. This is supposed to be my support for writing, lol!
I received a yellow neutral face meaning that this is neutral, no low, no high emotion to this effort.
The program had no idea what this writing means, lol.
I hope that you do!
Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2020
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