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It is Real
Color me with the pixel art from the sea; color me with shades of love and blessings flowing from above. The morning passes swiftly with elation and flattery wrapped up in deception of time and bound up in history of his mind.
Time has awakened his consciousness and destiny has brought them to the pinnacle of hope and determination is knocking on the door. The bus has come and gone and I am still waiting in the yard and there is no one to explain what is going on.
I have tried hard and long to compose a musical song, to sing with the birds in the morning and to hum on the train in the evening, and when my heart is full and courage walks up the hill, I will find a different path to move away from the dark but I just cannot come out and this place, this intense feeling makes my spirit blaze.
Everyone has a different version of the song and it is hard to sing along, but the deity of the soul will put it together when we meet in the camp. Everyone will practice a verse and merge their voices to the tune of the earth.
I am looking beyond the hill and I hope that you can make my spirit still; no tears are flowing but I am crying inside, no music is playing but my feet are dancing. There is no one to walk by my side but the universe is my bride.
I look towards the benevolent sky to support my slender frame, but the thunderous weight kept squeezing me into this sobering corner. Here I am in this secluded space working night and day as the stagnant air continues to blow germs into my face and my temperature continues to rise.
I tried desperately to get out of this place but my heart continues to nurse an old wound that keeps me fastened to the ground and I can’t seems to get around; the evening has come and gone and I am left stranded on the lawn.
I have been standing here all morning trying to communicate something but the emptiness of the time keeps going around in circles, taking me back from where I start and I tried desperately to break out, come and sit with me let me tell you how I feel.
You have never asked and you will probably be shocked when you learn that my emotion is real.
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Christine Phillips
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