love poetry

we forgive with reaching blessedness

not ants, ants are be fighters, gatherers,
we work on our we believe ins, that to me
we beefing in on the plate and much there

we are free through good enough passions,
to me it feels as nieve to know and notice i do so

How do we drop our stuff in more than
rather inside and out and just surround
ourselves in the bed alike at a end of a
day and fall in what the sweeter gentleman
heart wants, obviously something and
someones bigger than us say yes to that

at having a emotion, todo es quemason
without having a heart for bless, i imagine.
if we're happy with a better extra we can
go for from ourself or are be already have
got. a better extra is all it be going to take, i
believe

Trust be a word that we can whirl over.

a que bonito se siente esa palabra.

I see trust as medicined for the unrest,
I see trust as fresh breathers toneladas inside

inside we have a heart, a treasure

of whatever we want to make it

love of justice, self defense, seeking self respect,
these weather the soul but the older we get the
better we shall gather them up, at by the beating
from life as it come

blessed, blessing, blessfull, blessues, bendiz, blessedness, blessing full,
blessedom, blessingdom, blessfulldom, blessdom make a cheering spirit
feel good. if dumbed and out, shall remember what this tries to say. not
on da contaje of but coming from one's own personal will

Love is as strong,
but we really aught
'trust' to control our
own impulses