Prayer
I will know no boundary as I paint to the line
Let us bless the intuitively measured stroke
I will know no boundary as I paint to the line
We seek the real plasticity of integral form
I will know no boundary as I paint to the line
The probity of cliche is the mimetic tome
I will know no boundary as I paint to the line
Is/Be
Let us bless the intuitively measured stroke
I will know no boundary as I paint to the line
We seek the real plasticity of integral form
I will know no boundary as I paint to the line
The probity of cliche is the mimetic tome
I will know no boundary as I paint to the line
Is/Be
posted by Quitmoanez at 6:14 PM
3 Comments:
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The harmonies you create with the group, are the group.
What a beautiful chorus. Do you know of "the chorus" in greek drama?
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