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: stories
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!
A Soul.
A soul said to me,
The sun is blue,
And the moon is red.
Keep the sky in the drawer,
And say the rest.
Keep on playing.
The harmonica,
The beautician’s magic.
I am the one behind the curtains,
Let the colours finish.
I said-“What are you saying?”
He said-“I didn’t say anything.
It was the saying of the truth.”
Who knows?
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!
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