(THE GIFT INSPIRATION) A COLLAB FEATURING LEONA TREMONT
THE MUSIC FA THIS ONE...
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Once when we were young and gifted with innocence the world opened her arms and showed us her wonders.
We looked on in awe as flowers bloomed and butterflies burst from cocoons.
Fruit so sweet and bursting with juice.
Love a faint twinge of what it would become.
The beats that throb our hearts.
Intwine with our fears of desperation, feel the tingles in body when it starts to play. Magical moments when I'm on it, this is the time for me. Realistic fantasies of a goal that seems to far to reach. Tainted souls unfold when my heart throbs and beat. Time tells all if your gifted or not. Check the consequences of the equation a writer I'm not.
Yet to be gifted is to have conquered time, space and relativity... The gift is seeing beyond even these things which so large to many are inconsequential to others.
We as leaf floating in the breeze.
We as fish in a vast sea.
Our reality only as big as the dreams that we seek to make live.
Living is a blindsided factor unhappiness and cruelty. Many stars can choose to shine but like to remain dim. Leave their hearts in the dark while dreams start to part. Thinking to resurrect the gift is at a range afar. Deligating mini mad peeps of flight. Maybe I was wrong if they can't see the gift insight
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