May 20 2008
A blessed day
A joyful day a laughing day of eyes wit and hearts then upon pictures I gaze and an aura is transcribed, my interpretation might be a lie but here I shall tell and try: a mist of gray twilight of confusion and beauty and a gaping hole. tis the beauty of humans the spirit, the hurt and trust…overwhelmed by it all ran outside under the full moon, sobbed wepted the glory of God and bestowed with an inkling of it’s depth.
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