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Wild shadowed phantoms of the mind floating amid cries of despair. Hearken the soulful call, for the guardian’s song. Long Lost through the tales of time. A song of heart, the song of life, created for all souls to sing in harmony with angels, keepers of the word, spreading vibrations of balance, awakening that of nature's core, that all be nurtured equally, that the dance, becomes one of love. Words 174 In time, lessons of life are founded. For some, with speed, others not so. Yet, the value of each soul, remains equal one unto another. Each striving, to be alive to the fullest purpose. Each desiring value, and recognition of existence. Cause and effect, ever in play, be it for the positive or, that of negativity. Survival paramount in the heart of all hearts. From innocence, to ignorance, one thousand paths. Words 323 The sensation of creation
The wonder of imagination The experience of life’s terms and all that one learns The pleasures of nature Enthrallment of rapture in all that we capture inside of us burns Words 106 |
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Paul Charles (Scribz) The Unconventional Scribbler Creative Expressionist. Words from the Soul. Life, is Life, Is life. Until, it is not.
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