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-Kindred Calls-
Interestingly enough, as they gaze fluently through the slips of time, the shimmering imbues an emblem, thirsty to sprout shoots of vital verses stitching glory across the fold.
Soft flowing currents gently tease where thoughts drift around lazy fingers, tracing a swirl of caligraphy into the very air itself. Refine the curling curiosity that draws one into such holy waters soothing limbs and salving lips, spoken as rich marrow flavouring those found and now nurturing.
For those caught in mid-flight, please fathom the will whose stillness remains profoundly sacred. Performing excelently through the mountains splitting and rumbling upwards. To simply exhibit raw emotional currents, not found in stone. Yet oddly thrumming with momentus power as the mountain ranges sheer brilliance towards graceful tiers whose smooth fluency tips towards bewilderment.
And through their kin to kindness, now kneeling towards the exalted one. Weeping first tears of emmense joy, as all whom believes shall be restored and founded through scriptures harmonious tune. For this stone now cries rivers, healing the land and smoothing layers of rich soil into the soul, basking in nutritious minerals.
As dreams begin their whispering into the kindling, crackling its blue forked flame to sparkle and define her wondruous charismatic essence that pleases through a chorus of joy.
Blazing as cool, refreshing springs, massaging hands into the valleys, contouring across conscious awareness spilling into the rivers pulse.
A royal elixer pours its blessings through all, for the heart feels immense waters creating a depth and wonder whose weight tugs through humanities thriving blaze to simply heal an inward wound.
Bending and weaving around beauties clefting desire to course through space and time as a sleek and well honed vessel.
Angling into the strange substance of well kept places. Advancing the inward lancing as white-hot arcs daring the poetical thrilling need to court deftly. Through the sensual curves of life, persuing loves want to wisp sensual moments where lips greet silently. Found tucked away in that special nook, craddling rare and well defined qualities of life -nestled safe where the heart beats.
An enticing brilliance burns into the eyes of freedom. Flexing a protective wing around such beloved creatures, as salvation speaks boldly and never perishes against the night.
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