come inside
for a son to sing his song
I think inviting view
beautiful to be enjoying you two
yet here is me singing my tune
to bloom some lips and raise some hips
oh just come inside
A Nest for the Birds, My Thought
A Nest for the Birds my Thought , I aline the parallel being my inside environment , With my outside reality, experience. Creating the center piece in the enigma in living, Being life becoming . Wonderfully beautifully thinking these thoughtful ideas resting, nesting growing in all and every way into my best view, From this high ideal you. I align the parallel, the inner weather, greatest winner of all, me! with the outer sky of experience. In this meeting place, I craft the centerpiece of the enigma called living, being life becoming, God given through these words, thought turning into forms. Wonderfully, beautifully, these ideas take seed bloom rest, nesting, growing, nurturing building within surround me. They perch upon the branches singing greatness, each feathered with ideal winning meaning, each ready taking flight toward my best view, guided by this high ideal you.
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