By Arcassin Burnham
"Let me be the Muse and the confusion*,
Riding on a stallion through the pretty green grass,
Staying young if we please,
Don't want to define the Lord's wishes due to the
Beautiful flower crown on the top of the head of
A goddess being modest in every aspect of her
Life and showing everlasting kindness but me,
I've been like this.....
Fishing creeks and sundresses fill the ambience,
Smelling fresh scents of lavender and smoked wood,
"No forest fires in the place that we call home and pour*
Our hearts out in to jars and burry them underneath the ground
With all the other broken dreams that hasn't broke the
Jars from within side for all of these problems that we
Posses will be in flying Columbines,
You pick and choose the destiny , God's testing your fate,
We lack some empathy but what's not allowed is hate,
Follow me.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
"Let me be the Muse and the confusion*,
Riding on a stallion through the pretty green grass,
Staying young if we please,
Don't want to define the Lord's wishes due to the
Beautiful flower crown on the top of the head of
A goddess being modest in every aspect of her
Life and showing everlasting kindness but me,
I've been like this.....
Fishing creeks and sundresses fill the ambience,
Smelling fresh scents of lavender and smoked wood,
"No forest fires in the place that we call home and pour*
Our hearts out in to jars and burry them underneath the ground
With all the other broken dreams that hasn't broke the
Jars from within side for all of these problems that we
Posses will be in flying Columbines,
You pick and choose the destiny , God's testing your fate,
We lack some empathy but what's not allowed is hate,
Follow me.
©ABPoetry2016
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