No Condition.
The Story of beginning of time.
You cannot explain the unexplainable, Ah Love you say, no that is something in which is given freely, as free as the bird spreads it's wings, flowing above in all its glory.
They do not toil they do not sow, everything in perfect flow.
Singing a chorus above, in honour of the Love, just pure unconditional love; there all along from the beginning of time, showing us the beats of the beautiful songs we rhyme, in honour of that Created all of us right, right from the beginning of time.
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Dawn Earnshaw
Loves writing short stories and poems - learning punctuation and Grammar.ADHD
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