wilderness/lazyness

now you cannot help but wonder...how much longer till the end of all this wonder?and he was called to the wildernessso still and peacefulso alive, with things you cannot even seehe tries describing it in words (in red letters)but words cannot describeeverything that it can behere is a sound and its reflectionthere is a drop on a leaf on a treenow the sway of imperfectionnow the wind of meant to beand my breath a solemn mentionThe One who writes of what he seesall this glory that you are so glory that you are.and im humbled by your

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