Retro forward thought concentrating on ideals, Hearing words sung is a treat yet each song is watering, What melody could I present for making my movies, The fame, accolades, the freedom to be, To create similar to this yet with more of a kiss. Certain for new formations, My approach is fresher than refreshing fresh. More about my experience - all future grow, By the time you come arrive, de ja vu. Retro forward thought manifesting my ideals, Singing words currency, watering reels. My melody my craft my movement to you, The fame, the accolades, the freedom to view. Creating a win to this, and sweetening it with a kiss, Forming new shapes, a future of bliss. My approach fresher than fresh can express, To the rhythm of growth, my ultimate success. More about the journeying, all future to sow, Each note, each verse, a seed they grow. By the time you come, De ja vu will bring a thoughtful chime, Living the future I pictured in rhyme.
I add all ideal ideas to flow, For knowing what I know, And letting sums come grow. One milli two, two milli three, Three milli four now you know the score. To be on this wave with thee, and playing for more. Riding the ebb and woo woo, me. Catching your feelings balance, seeing coming into ends. From the beginning t his is an idea I mold, Into blessings come purifying gold. For my present choice chosen beside, Happy to be the one who catching eye.
I put forth all my might into the presenting picture. Created from my words inspiring thought. What could you imagine its means to living life. Are my dreams in vision what do you see is it nice, There is a bridge in heaven and a stairway to the Sun. What could you mean by the pun. That you have been storying some fun. Where lights grow you beyond loving one. I bring forth all my sight into presenting picture, Words carving light, inspiring thought’s full scripture. What do you imagine, its meaning to my life’s play? Are my dreams your vision, is it nice today? A bridge in heaven stretches far to you, A stairway from Son bathing golden view. What is the pun, the riddle I’ve spun? A story in joyce where love begun. Where flowers bloom and hearts take light, Beyond the one, into infinite night. What grows here is the seed of fun, A stairway leading us all to the Sun.
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