My minds mental play is so literally for thee. Knowing where ever I go all the worlds dream loving me, What could I say yet do. Enjoying being me and loving you through, For my words I supplant to seed to water into air. Bringing to light and form, Eyes point to ideal. How beautifully artfully lyrically loving I am. My mind’s moving play flows painting before thee , Wherever I go, the world dreams loving nurturing me. A whisper, a pulse, a visions comes you, Enjoying being me and seeing it through, Each word I breathe, these seeds into air, Watering thought, forming light. Heavens point ideal in sight, Bringing forth beauty, birthing the bright. How artfully, lyrically, loving I am, Molding the world thinking the touch my hand. Breathing creation, painting the view, For my soul sings lovingly me you, Art Baby Blue.
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