أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
wouldn't have to touch me to fell me, a mere glance of the eyes, and, there's simply no telling, which direction the axe came from, but this tree would have found falling to his earth, just a matter so heavenly. long is the road, and longer the patience, but when i catch whiff of the scent of one swimming, then reminders of goals flow effortless into my vision and i recall just what it is i'm chasing. so much beauty, so easy to share, like rain drops in silence, conveying meanings with mere skeletons of sentences...unspoken directly, but if each of those tunes captures even a fraction of something you found resonant, then i'll take measuring their depths nice and slowly, and absorb into my ocean every atom's essence, that originated from something of twins.
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