We are the trees of life but not the trees of words, words flow with wisdom having more meaning then the renown; it’s passed with time and care. Wisdom is held in the eyes, for the eyes are the hour glass to our soul. Someone with wisdom inquires faith in the light, that light would be others around them, faith in the people. They will falter and most will fail but those that don’t bring us existence, quaint relativism that has been astray among generations, only to be found in one who has seen the dark, threw the dark you’ll find a solitary light. That light will be your guide, that guide will create a path only you can choose to follow
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We are the trees of life but not trees of words
Words flow with wisdom having more meaning then the renown
Passed with time and care Wisdom is held in the eyes,
For the eyes are the hourglass to our soul.
Someone with wisdom inquires faith in the light
That light would be those around them, faith in the people.
They will falter and most will fail but those that don’t bring us existence,<... (more »)
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