Clarity in Muddied Waters
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
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She was always looking up. Silhouettes were her friends, Windows her barriers. She walked slowly, Each step correspondent with the music played in her ears. She liked it when the sky clouded over, It hid the world from the sun. She smile occasionally At the things no one else noticed.
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If it were written in the stars then it must not have been legible, For what we have is far from the destiny we sought, Or perhaps velvet twinkles blurred the letters, So that the script was transformed.
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Crimson eyes peering soulfully from their sockets nestled among snowy fur. Sizeable head bobbling on a wiry frame, awkward yet endearing. Quick paced steps like the pattering of a heart, Nimbly squeezing through the smallest of gaps, the tightest crevices, the most claustrophobic slits. Built up muscles that still do not add any bulk to…
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Prickling heat on Sun kissed skin, fruit mince scenting Homes filled with much food. (Hoping you all had the best of Christmasesπ)
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Timber, honey boards Beneath my body, stretched Out in dappled sun.
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