~ the Wayward Hopes Emotion ~
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Freedom
is found and
so rests in measure
and solely and alone upon
the given surrender, the one compleate
abandon to be found within the open heart of the
broken, will, as as well so pure yes, as well it is a true
devotion, one given the sight, and the mind to dream,
to take a jaunt upon the merry winds of chance, for it is
the one given of this the Fathers foremost desire and one
moving in way of the one wayward hopes emotion, the grace,
one born of chance, and granted for all and so hence it is so intended
to be one, an adaptation alive, so as well and thriving, well within the heart
of a child, to be alone and swept away, alive and wandering free, tossed about and
around on the many winds of peace and so away goes the one the one gentle chipper leaf,
sent adrift, and amid the fall, apart from the day in way of the gentle warmth one shown to him in
the beauty of his ever fonder youth, as when to look upon that day just as he was then one quickened in the
spring now his spirit wandering is found recalling
the scene, as now he is a love one taken
aloft the care and gentle
notions and aloof the
hearty welcome of the
breeze, a ways apart
from the one the one
so tender, the ever
tender timber tree.
As Father love for
him will sew a new
place in His heart
as well so alone
and in way for him,
one, a perfect home.
As I have been the one to
be so granted the eyes to see. For this graceful
dance, of this peaceful heart knows that freedom, freedom never falls far, far from the breadth of the tree. ~
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