paper pencil letter, spelll, by frank armstrong
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clouded skys ,rain drops to the the ground.
the earths thurst is a quenching rain....
man is exspanding atmostpheric doemain stretching
the ozone that so rounds the eturnal life of
a living place of anceint dreams...as epideural
protection, weakening the sheild bent lite in
reflect...the trees of the years made in dedication
removed by a glance and a hand from a thought
for not....trees condence the atmosphere a theremal
exchange of earth to air...in the space for inbetween
love of is love for now let your love be seen.
in all of time it is all of now
note whorthy thoughts from a the voices of ago.
as yesterdays slip through a loop of today
under cover nature speaks as above is below
all things from grace earths ballance a narrow
path made wide.
a sword a blindfold a equal as a woman waits the
guardian of all time. in words not spoke
a picture shows whats to happen as its set to stone
the science we develope,is going to be found
the lord of above is the lord of all around
more laws will be less,ledgitimete the founders
intent lawmakers false pretence man stands the place
where god can deliver...experiance of time isnt in
the shadow... its the light of all time,the answers
we seek are in the minds of all people, in like of
all things in like one of another three things it
take so three things well bring hopes faith is
knowlegde as only a careing mind will have the eyes
that see. as a hearths mind will have the ears
there is no danger that a fear will escape
in the challange of disorder arangments will be made
caculate early and heavens got no gate,for tiered
eyes and wiery hearts this time was known and more
in as much as we are here now..we are here evermore
we live in the everlast, thats first and now you
know,no one to be discounted .
the lady holds the shadow.
if man turns his back her sword will open his eyes
and not from conempt for sorrow she full knows..
in times of before pain for life she knows.
in the life of the giving her duty she is bound.
the choices man make may they think of her divine
there is much time more than is needed and in
intrest youll find, simple are these trouble
profits in the ballaince growth in hearts equity.
try truthful diligents all things have been place
just for the right of a hearts placed mind.
let not your fear for it is truthfully a lie
a gift is the heaven found from a god givin mind
like like like ,whats more youll not find, love has
been waiting with you space in mind is time
path
tells
justice
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Posted: 2013-09-14 04:17:35 UTC |
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