When the skies are clear,
And the moon rides bright,
In the cutting curve of
Last leap year night.
And the winds
From all corners
Howl despite
Decrying pain agony and feign delight
Over the skin of southland expose
The one who sits in secure repose
A smoke rises, from fingertip
Ember of the mind that bid it lit
When tou find that you hear
Without sound
Nonstop
Your sight craves the light
Born of the frequency in your inner ears
Money answereth all?
Father is rewriting
New for Him
Love conquers all
Surrender is not a bad thing to do
Shhheeeeeeeeiiite! Missed 22:22:22 by 1 second!!!!!!!! Holy no
Wow!!!!! ThanQ!!
Did this get a
notable
Yet? If so, havent seen it
We are BLESSED with a POTUS that fets things done
Thank you, God