[COMPLETED AS OF 7/10/19; STARTED ON 11/26/18]
A book that consists primarily of poems, occasional prayers and reflections by yours truly. This series has no set theme, it's pure thoughts and expressions, no boundaries.
I pray for your enrichment...
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Miles, and miles away with exactly who you think...
God.
Since youthful days her heart dwelled in outer space.
Now of the age of maturity, her soul has stayed the same.
The birth of insecurities from the seed of young gossiping lips on the playground isolated the little lady in a crop circle back in those days,
The boys sought to knock off her crown day and night, renting the iridescent garment of humility on the young girl's back.
So yes,
these days her head is always tilted up.
She'll never look at you because her eyes are always looking towards the baby blue,
so don't try.
Get in her way and she'll run you over,
so watch out.
No need to yell for her either because she went deaf a long time ago,
so she'll never hear you.
Need I remind you that she's fiery for an omniscient ruler that set a bush ablaze in front Moshé (Moses)?
Satan can caramelize themes of secular romance and serve them to her as fruit like he did with her ancestors, but...
The lady is aware that that love has an expiration date, and though the aroma is lovely when in bloom, the quality of the fruit is subjected to the seasons,
the weather,
the temperature,
the rain,
The apple of her eye that sits on a throne in the sky works illustriously on his own time.
