The Flow.

Tue, 05/17/2022 - 17:33 -- Wired6

We create what's been foretold. In a certain direction We go with the flow. Doing nothing,allows us 2 grow grow Grow. A patient fisherman Catches his prey. Stillness presents itself In an observant way. Living without Will rarely hurt you As many say. Instead Make way for Another opening doorway. ©Wired6.14/5/2022



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