ED26032023 The ways are the vains of the heart Always Running away

Missed the Time Passing by

Searching and exermining

Unknown pencil lining

Keep the truth burning

Just keep it yearning

Keep on Running, it's all good.

There would be no Fire without Wood

And we are a God in all ways like leaves of beliefes, we are glued and like Jude

Are the trees allone?

We are Finding Home in the hearts Throne