With what deep murmurs through time’s silent stealth does thy transparent cool and watery wealth. Here it flowing like falls over the top of my head pouring down now. As if the liquid, continues to trickles down a deep rock grave of tombs.
Where I often have sought my eyes since each drop of the running water fall. Should it pour it’s soul fear of the shaded past. Who came for sure from the light, since those drops are all sent back.
So sure that none lack , why should frail emotions go deep anymore. Still above the waters brooding, spirits being in the glory of imagination trembling over from the west not divine enough when mirrored in the morning water’s.
With the sighting voices that I was born to ages dim, the void was lit with beauty upon that surpasses the masters of thy own shape.
Listen to the water falling down do you hear the sound echoing in your mind? For hear it, feel it, and explore it.
Random Wisdom words wrote by Kara 