Day 12: Healing - a lengthy flight seam

Day Twelve - Healing - A lengthy flight seam

You see two visions one in cement and one in light. Breathe. The eye will see, what height would toe, just another, and light a candle, and seal a chore know toe sow.

My eyes, not lit, to knowings seam, just an uplift, to a vision light beam, and out the window, loft my eyes share, a worthy day, for a chore, so sieved in woe, chair say?

A look over to find my flight, three visions tailored, and upward, my flight, and the point the shoulder right to grow, what healing a weight, find the point, and tailor ten minutes sow, a grain of worth to shower with sport, or a knowing light, my sight weave, one vision, all visions sported know?

Come, the point is just a touch to sow, and my hands, extend the outbeam flow, a day, to seam in knowings sport, a smell the candle wick, a fume grown court, and filter long, what weight heart song, a sigh to see, a man, a heart hid long.

I can tailor a woe, to a point to sow, or cane a breach midnight teach, or find a child on arrogance toe, to find my efforts written low, or height in mercy, a point reflect, what teacher, a mission a tea, a dip held tent?

Come hold the point extend arms flair, I can only tailor one healing, a night tear, but hands extend a star so blind, what growth reflect, the phone fallen kind, and stair upon the day with loft, I will breathe relief, to technology, soft, and allow my craft, to sow a web, a difficult tailor a spider can ebb, that rotten, on a witch front grow, all eaten gifts, to find a parable stolen mow.

Find the point the right held tame, the shoulder upward, and cowards beat fame, and what would reflect, in weighted old, the soul reflect a chore tore fold, or seam in light in sight fit fight, the shape I will tailor mid-flight night?

Do tend your own vessel kind, I have one weight upwards, in a truth sword find, and one a turban blackened sight kind, and a chore to find, a child mid-flight, to eager winnings, the turban sealed tight?

Do find a chore hid tame, a finger held, can shape, guidance another soul lit flame, and find my name, in a black tea spun, the gift was mine, the flute so spun, and shape a parable in fix, to tilt the eye, and dip hit miss. You will not find my name in a book, or hidden within parables truth mistook, but love a grain in youth my fame, I will show technology, in youth, my name passages, held in love dear fame. And on the light a tellings trap, what beauty love, a poet, soul tap, and knowings sport, his call to me, a coffee shop his name, and a well, my sight turn flight be.

Do not drink in a hall of fame, find the wings, in a passage tame, and find the tea, in a cresent moon, the bridge is so old, an old man, his age, could passing zoom, to filter in, a smell fresh stain, the humour ridicule, on a tea, one grain. Do find me a proper tea place, a meeting, in two, could rid one foot pace, and safety on a bridge of woe, a comfort two wings, and an eye, a lick, the pedestal an eye, my name held a chore, held sow. Find me a tea, with a companion praise, not two wings, stripped a haze, and you will find a humour a bridge lack forth, a whirl alone, to a city, one named arrogance, and my vision held, his heart on course.