Is it wisdom, age
Or pain of gravity
That concretes Heaven
As an unwavering
Sacred place to be
Memories of my past
Life quite divine
Each New Year to come
Swells forth wisdom
Silencing my heart
Setting my mind to numb
My soul longing for the spring
Blooming youth once again
Freshness of discovering
Who I have become
Where I long to be
My swells with nostalgia
Comprehension my true
Destination is heavenly
Befitting blissful beauty
PEACE
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
Is it wisdom, age
Or pain of gravity
That concretes Heaven
As an unwavering
Sacred place to be
Memories of my past
Life quite divine
Each New Year to come
Swells forth wisdom
Silencing my heart
Setting my mind to numb
My soul longing for the spring
Blooming youth once again
Freshness of discovering
Who I have become
Where I long to be
My swells with nostalgia
Comprehension my true
Destination is heavenly
Befitting blissful beauty
PEACE
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