A great favor delights by design. Ecstatic at the sublime interplay of Trio Union Communion. Soft thoughts spoken in a kiss with out lips. Burning torches seven bright. To remain silent is theft but to speak is deception. Words written on the wall are above the scroll, which lays awake as a closed window with locks the size of letters. Electric numbers tick on a still clock with three hands that covers the entrance. Outside are the separations and the handle is held by time.
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Author:
Seven (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 16th, 2018 14:50
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
I really like this depiction of heaven. At least tha's what I interpreted from it..... Great write!
Thank you so much for your kind response.
Superb....}Miss you lot!!
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