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A Gentle Stirring*
In words it can be a rough start
We are all different
Time can get impatient
There is a gentle stirring*
That comes in our heart
But you feel the honey bee sting
When we fall apart start jogging
A gentle stirring-yearning-burning
World around us is always turning
Body and soul loving/missing/gathering
Observing/sitting with a cup of coffee
Why do some people get
what they want and others fail to see the
Godly- light what are we truly lacking
Clean slate stacking- we need
Power talking conquering to see
The world but wondering what will be?
