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his rested eyes scan a lazy land,soft hills roll slow then settle grasses green feed greedy of the sun until brown this day life sounds of the hum drum of cattle a sun blushes blue beneath a sun singing in yellows dark faces kissed with the smiles lively with the evenings tasks the dust of the earth cling stubbornly to feet, paying no never mind until the night they have met his eyes rest now, closed are the ending days thoughts the light of moon selfishly claims all that can be seen serenity in... Sign in to see full entry.

putting together a puzzle is often difficult to accomplish pieces are easily lost so its not often the task is finished observation followed by conclusion is often not the end result despite what i thought i knew all i know is nothing is often the end insult like a stairwell with no lower level that often leads to no uppercase the more i strive to learn the more often i stand in place lessons clever and elusive often lead to disappoint the answer steers you within reach but often fail to annoint... Sign in to see full entry.

movements not yet orchestrated prepare for morning like a heavy bass line rolls a collective groaning the smells of late running busses replaces the taste of breakfast the early morning begins to bow out as the 10 oclock sun boasts its grandness out beyond the stoop are sounds beyond music and cluttered street echoes buildings which set the bordres to police where the flow goes hustling shadows mock life living full steam city blocks yawn and stretch enduring its occupants ceremonious routines... Sign in to see full entry.