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Blade_chick
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Eyes dancing in mist
viewing green and ash.
Art needs twists and turns to stand right
as does life.
Moments may shred, may tear
but they still make it to foundation as they fall on the floor.
There are hands, that leave the finger spots of faith,
ready to carry; to place together again.
This time, The Master of faith, will rid of the cinder, “Out with the stone!”
Says He. “I’ll live within.”
viewing green and ash.
Art needs twists and turns to stand right
as does life.
Moments may shred, may tear
but they still make it to foundation as they fall on the floor.
There are hands, that leave the finger spots of faith,
ready to carry; to place together again.
This time, The Master of faith, will rid of the cinder, “Out with the stone!”
Says He. “I’ll live within.”