A write for minuscule,
Set my day.
It was new,
And healthy.
Who knew what but day wasn’t set by rot.
It was conquered,
It was superb,
The minuscule beauty,
Was a majesty in short.
Adios!
A Write For Minuscule.
Tag: Love
A Right Turn.
A right turn,
Led to prosperity.
Led to happiness,
And it shred hypocrisy.
A right turn,
Was multitudinal,
Was full of fame,
As the right turn,
Took an about turn,
It stopped infront of dame.
She asked for help,
And was given at once,
OH! The dame was a beauty,
Who wrote nothing but much.
She wrote about the hills, the mountains,
The food,the cheese,
And about her two little children,
Who would often miss school,
To play around the sheep,
Who were their friends.
Adios!
Sin`ing.
What is sin’ing?
Is it singing?
Well duh! Yes!
It’s singing.
Now what?
Well let’s sing.
What to sing?
Make it a song,
While the chords,
“ting”.
Let it be majestical,
And beautiful,
For it’s my friend Lark,
Who is the music director,
Of the melodious tune,
Which we are going to sing.
Adios!
The Impression.
The impression was new.
The love was forged.
And the bond renewed.
The sayings were said,
The truth was aloud,
To be in my garden,
Was the new triumph,
That made us proud.
Adios!
Expressed.
Expressed a desire to write a story,
It went around the mind and away from the crest.
And like flying bird,
I did the rest.
I expressed a desire,
To be in the music,
And write a new song.
I expressed a desire,
To say the truth,
And to be in the new light.
I expressed a desire,
To meet with the Lord the father,
The Preserver of all,
But I found that I had met him much before.
I expressed a desire,
To be desireless,
And found that it was all.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 