This was a prompt that someone gave in glass.
Precious gifts that you could imagine are the lifts you get implanted in your mind.
Far up in the universe a beautiful scene explodes, where kindness bears a remembrance of things to come, of little cares that seem to enfold of doing things according to what has been told.
Singing Telegrams are coming your way telling my friends that I want them to stay. If ever the endeavor seemed to be cleaver, the reality would be as far as I could tell, is knowing in my heart that you're doing well.
A starting chapter of a book is what we're after, filled with love and lots of laughter.
Too many theories will make us cheery, knowing the acts will be started with facts and soon we'll be doing the jumping jacks.
The brightness in their eyes will surprise those they love with dreams to share with lots to spare.
The excitement of enlightenment will enhance the joy of insight that delights.
Written By Anna Marie Carlson
Tuesday, May 28, 2019