It was in that moment of pursuit that I realized miracles can happen.
Frame-outlands back woods where justice lingers looking for a friend.
Season-Eyeing the birds waiting for a moment to fly.
Outback-wilderness speaks and dust picks up in a fury blowing outward onto the grassy knoll.
Flames-Passion has no place among the strong. Energy as no desire for the rich.
Piles-leaps in the womb until it quivers into the soul for birth. What am I?
Opera-tones that speak in the night until it rings into a message of truth.
Booths-Keep quit the thoughts of many but savor the intrigue.
Solids-rock hard ambition nestled in with delight.
Plain Jane-Dusty old warlords who can’t get their attitude right.
Peaks-It wasn’t until pleasure kept its word that I took a moment to puke.
Destiny-Fire and Ice. Water and Air. Earth and Breath. Soul and Spirit.
Wheel-Two steps closer to a dream deferred.
Pain-A substance necessary for growth. Weeds.
Love-Guides in the moonlight. Flickers out into eternity until it stops.
Death-Breeds you for rebirth then shoots you out like a dream.
Fire-cleansing marks that wave for clarity.
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