Plights and inoculate wonders transgress the infant soul, endearments and verse of kind that familiarises the heart with quaint offerings of the past that has beset us.
Tomorrows pains and yesterday conquests regale the senses and potent the conscience. Simple and complex I write of tales, fact and babbling's of the fragile, whilst emotion carries you the reader to my plain of existence. Pretentious or obscure the thoughts and notes of worldliness leave the soul unlimited. I write to indulge to elaborate and protest that this emergence of man has been before us and will again inhabit the next. For tomorrow the sun will rise and you can touch the heavens, render me useless with your own verse. Contemplate all that has been, but be assured of this one fact, you may never see another sun set. So forge your words and cast your soul to another, share inspiration and conclude this life for death creeps quickly and swallows us all.
Rinaldo
You are a beautiful writer of words, Rinaldo. this was great! Thanks for all your sharing.
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