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                 'Connected' © 2007 Amera

At first appearance, there is concern of pestilence brewing, for I am weak on words as the very meaning they no-less consider. Yet  whether childlike or not, there is no getting around how different forms are like the parental stage. Children are the composite structure of oneself. Little men and little women, whose own denotations have been made laughable by the attached grotesque. (I always wondered why gnomes wore smiles.) Children are just enough in form to that as the appearance of parental size, yet disfigure this diminutive as was first thought I?

Lichen transform appearance to suit itself. It is neither darkness nor light. With a wayward assertive, there are spores attached to that which moss gave. For the 'life' of me, you'll never hazard a guess as to why? How large is our universe? The answer to this will encourage your size to compare with it, and thine with yours, (fractals). A reduced size copy of the whole. As to the wishes I am about to grant you, consider this chapter as a period of time when I can lift mountains, and you both perform miracles. Morphology is hardly known, yet it is a linguistic as well as biologic form. Therefore to taxon it a spoken preferential and two dimensional,  it may be in fact shown as one. On a day when two unite, between nouns, including the possession and those semantic ideas of mine. From such does the affixation of another language, for this reason, affix itself blindly with an understanding exactly. Lichen, moss, the non-vascular brigade and algae, all of them are considered, even less controlled. Exposures of wind and rain shall within a short space of time, spread, like the spreading of good news over surfaces which are prepared with the acidic ingredient, urine! Damn dog! Therefore, tomorrows walk shall be for Erick, similar in structure his overburden love has weighed. 

Chorus

Amera by now was in her wedding dress. It appeared ruffled for noise yet peace remained by the contentment of heart. Unaware what was happening to our dear rouge, the happening was as much hearsay as the irritably excited rumours excelled. There were stories on eaves, the old wives tales and tittle tatter of older women exclaiming, "In our day".  Yet, unlike the lifeform of integral wealth spreading, there was a luminosity of a robust nature! "To the bar!" It is a stealth-like dart to the jar that gave the man his name. Inhu'man'. I jest of course, but where there is a finer line, there is always another next to it. "Ladies, we'll leave you here for now." This is a man's way out, but Erick seemed entirely at odds with them, to remain loyally bound. He of course didn't want to see the bride in her regalia, a dab hand at art craft initiates the real life beau for bow. How many times he's tried to tie his own?

In an alternative current affairs with gossip, there were the few parents who would look for their children, simply interested in keeping safe a variety of imps who by now were prince and princes.   

"How attractive the hedgerows are Erick", Amera cried. So wonderful of you to embellish roses amongst well established lupins! "Aren't they spring flowers?" Erick exclaimed. It was sure odd to see snow drops still as well. White was indeed the embodiment of purity Red roses to were the enchantment of loves procurement. "In fact, there are a lot of varieties out of season, I'm sure this is a lucky sign."  

There were! Many cascades of every denomination exceeding height in humble folds. A vastness that includes the width of pride and the depth of hurt that was never to be found. It was a wondrous sight to adore the magnitude to all and sundry to whom first mention had them all agog, as to where they came from. Spiritually, I should say that God in His wisdom has blessed you all, that every aura shall be likewise introduced into your lives like the implements of natures, the integral part of partition, such is change. It will not be a bed of roses, I must say. Involuntary growth is by the depiction of all authority that for some reason they found weeds, without first thinking how they evolved. It is a God given luxury that he spare you the brief explanation of the rain to encourage you that it will wait until after you wed. “Are you to say, you are predicting good weather?” Rain or shine, the weather will be perfect.

       Touch me, I'm the Rain

Endearing peace sustains although the pride

from which my love adheres to, from the skies

when rain is pounding down, a heartbeat's rise,

confirms my state awareness - then you cried!

Absorbing love as if it were to take

the next creation down from high above,

I splash you with the breathless wide awake

to reconfirm exisitence from my love.

Refreshing as it seems, the whole abyss,

has suddenly disrupted peace for riot

apart from this assured to reminisce,

essence shall evolve with fondest quiet.

Invigorate the rains for worship-wise

are merits worth existing in your eyes.

I contest the magnitude for night, as the dimly lit distinctions go to bed. Infinitely, there is a chuckle of a solitary nature, (that this mother of mine was amongst us), whose laughter surely befitted a sarcastic crow. It is the crowning glory on this day, that I am to sleep on the firm but rigid hold of one who is boundless. A likelihood I shall be thinking of you both, harmless, free in the thought of new beyonds. I examined a lottery ticket, that for all well and good, I had not thought of luck as a prime initiative. Nevertheless, I would leave it in the pocket of one's intended. There is not a hurtful bone in my body to imagine that, whilst the ticket to your hearts has won many times over, the hope that new wealth will inherit the mood right now. Indeed it is a poor man who has thought of vast riches as a burden. Marriage is the personification of one, always remember that. Therefore the lottery ticket is no way different than the love you hold for each other. It is there as a reminder of love and loss. Treasure it with all your might! Like I know you'll treasure Amera. 

[He returns to stone]