Same, But Different
I hope you enjoy this site.
It really is a beautiful sight.
I didn't know what to do,
but this thanks was long over due.
Out here on this plane, I don't feel plain.
I feel that this plane is my getaway plane.
Like the wonders out at sea, if you could just see.
You would see my world, a calm, peaceful, loving sea.
We'd be tasting honey like a benevolent bee.
A bee that will not sting you, it will let you be.
Thinking of your sweetest dear, as you caress a deer.
Then see that this deer is as loving as your dear.
Our poetry feels right like its a birth rite.
Without this rite we wouldn't feel right.
Here we feel like were walking on air, as a king's heir.
This magnanimous heir knows, life is all around us in the air.
First we need to find that piece that completes our peace.
With that peace, we'll see that our life is more than a puzzle piece.
Maybe one day we'll see a lioness playing with a hare, not harming it's hair.
If it trusts the lioness with it's hair, maybe we should learn from that hare.
Too much walking and this sole gets thin, molding my soul.
If you can see my soul, then you would walk miles in my sole.
As the sun goes down, we must part and say bye.
This son is always up, this illimitable affinity you never have to buy.
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