Hello! As it is.. as it was..
I parody an eagle sitting rocks on high.. watching beauty.. living dance.. mirrored from the sky.. see a child with his big wheels imitating dad.. innocent.. unqualified.. best time most folks had..
See a woman walking passion trails hers alone.. social weight cannot change fate.. no need to fear.. atone.. walks a path as women have for all time written down.. her senses tell her what she wants.. from what ‘just comes around’
Stories of the disappointed.. stories casting blame.. stories of the man who wronged.. until they sound the same.. sudden laughter when the flowers shower life in bloom.. comes to true.. fancy free.. passion soaks the room..
Under trees gentle breeze good nature is a force.. honor is true for me.. plots my social course.. when I wake to take another living day…
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