All of them, literally flowing furiously.
As if the charismatic stallion stampede through the lush green field.
Alphabets that conjured into inspiring words,
connected and formed into phrases and paragraphs by many different connoisseur.
Everything,
was force to blend into fuzzy and misty clouds that I barely recognize.
Trying hard not to match the puzzle piece wrongly,
otherwise deceitful speech may decipher nothing.
But then I know,
In the echoes of clemency,
He is there to enrapture the future that's looming near.
The second Epistle of Paul the Apostle to Timothy chapter 1 verse 7 said,
For God has not given us a spirit to fear, but of power and love and a sound mind.
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