Light; seeping through willows of darkness' pains.
It equals hope - brings life to our eyes - the windows to the soul; why else would the moon exist?
God would not lead us through a starless, moonless night!
Ahhh, colors; the best art is not within reciprocation!
Fucking decimation lies within my mind upon a wing of a bird's fine feather; fading in the finest way; or a petal, es not within the realm of the greatest artist's re-creation!
Wind, acts as a play to God's accents, as a performance; making them sooo beautiful...daily.
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