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If you could look at the world in a poetic representation how would you convey its true essence? If you could describe love and hate or the way a tree starts to shake as the wind shakes hands with its leaves upon a cloudy day. how would you describe it? Well I was sitting with my back up against the tree in the woods one day and i began to write what i would see, mixed in with the subjects of my life. they began to intermingle seemlessly. I began to lose myself as I became almost idle while my spirit led my hands to write beautiful words that conveyed resplendid imagery within your brain. 

The Beauty of Divine Solitude: The Beginning

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