open your legs
a thought to think and ponder
is being bright and loving light
challenging wind and blowing mind
building trains thinking real
imagination what say you to me
could you open your legs for thee
so I may play for a moment enjoyingly
Dew of the Chosen: The Winner’s Seed
In my heart of art is the winner. The beginner who made his mark, By being the one, the chosen Son. Adding dew drop seed adding water to breathe. For you to I growing we, succeeding me. Enhancing my verse, Flowing forward is my heart in art the winner, The beginner who made his act, Choosing Son being purpose, painting victory into song. Adding dew-drop seed, watering spirit to breathe, New life ascending, where you and I conceive. For every moment, creation’s hand succeeds, Growingly, lovingly harvesting the fruit from these, My seeds.
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