The word originates in bliss. Sparkles,twists,shivers, At times weeps,at times smiles, Plaful often,also,at times cruel.
Of course it is this or that, That or this;bright or dark. Red,blue,yellow or grey. Violet,indigo-call spectrum.
Word like an ant moves one Behind one;but thought Makes the word overlap, Nitted,adhered,embraced And it flows into the mind, To be the glorious sixth sense.
From there it penetrates in to The apt,becomes sharper and Also runs like a dog smelling, All the path,idendifying each spot Moment and pulse.Then it smiles Or roars,walks or,runs,or flies to the Sky to be the shape which we notify.
Word, you are wonderful Creator Of any thing and of every thing. With out you,blank life is;vacuum,zero. With you,full,blossom,fragrant,live.
THE WORD
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The word originates in bliss.
Sparkles,twists,shivers,
At times weeps,at times smiles,
Plaful often,also,at times cruel.
Of course it is this or that,
That or this;bright or dark.
Red,blue,yellow or grey.
Violet,indigo-call spectrum.
Word like an ant moves one
Behind one;but thought
Makes the word overlap,
Nitted,adhered,embraced
And it flows into the mind,
To be the glorious sixth sense.
From there it penetrates in to
The apt,becomes sharper and
Also runs like a dog smelling,
All the path,idendifying each spot
Moment and pulse.Then it smiles
Or roars,walks or,runs,or flies to the
Sky to be the shape which we notify.
Word, you are wonderful Creator
Of any thing and of every thing.
With out you,blank life is;vacuum,zero.
With you,full,blossom,fragrant,live.
friends,read&comment pls.dr.k.g.b.
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