The table beneath the tree
It was the perfect scene for anyone with a long-term dream, it was not anything that one was looking for, but it came suddenly like a shooting star. The beam was high, but he leaped as far as he could until he reached the sky; the table beneath the tree elevates him to the highest degree and the ground dove came scampering around and he kept moving until he touches the crown.
Morning burst like lightening in the street and the crowd pressed towards the narrow alley. Something was there what they wanted to see, but time was waiting for thee. The sun was very hot, but I could see what was in front of me, it is not the place that I wanted to be but I found myself backed in with the crowd and everyone was screaming out loud. Vain is the man that anchors his ship on the sand, vain is the man that breaks his marriage vow to seek pleasure of life with a bottle of whisky and a glass of wine.
The table beneath the tree is where you ought to be, when things get rough and you don’t want to cuss, the table beneath the tree sets up a sanctuary for thee. It is where hearts meet and it is where love weeps. It is the nature of things that confound them and the balance that life creates when you are trapped within the gates. Everyone meets there because they have something profound to share and when they need a helping hand, they are led to understand.
It is not just the tree or the table or the position that it takes when it is able, it draws on the nature of things, and it observe their daily living. The power is within you, and you will know what to do if mankind fails to respond positively to you. The environment has its strength, and it will motivate you and see you through.
I shoot from the hip, but it kiss with his lips. French kiss he cannot do, unless he gets the booze but the agility of the scene raptures reality on the screen and the mobile plan makes knowledge festers on the land, bright is the moon that shines at night and the stars surrounds it with love and delight so we are going on a special journey tonight to celebrate the joy of our life.
I am not looking for anything big for the table is already set, and I don't have to sweat. Food is waiting for you, and you will eat all that you can to satisfy your crave for you are very brave. The table beneath the tree is where the suspense is said to be, so meet me there at three for the universe will be there to salute thee.
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