accepted

As the dove soars, It is yet to find kin, for He stands out in the forest, along with all unnecessary wordly relationships that stand no fight against who is called. It is yet another setting, of I, to use a given subject upon mind and imagination, I cover as much as possible there is, as it is visible to the human eye. I’ve found myself into an answer of questions, yet, again, involved myself into You, who I find admirable. Even now, for I still fall into temptation, You had reached out, and gave your out-lifting arms to me, as if I am the lamb who is dirtied and trampled upon.