*The wind here is foreign,
An accent of thick whispers & voodoo.
There was a bark of ember,
A source of grace & her inevitable karma.
The burning coals leave levering zingers,
In the visible mist.
Destiny,
The charming embellisher.
Begins painting prosperity on the walls.
After all these long years of downs.
& with a whistle,
The silence is crystallized.
Detaching from the transparent water wings.
& preparing for the longest swim.
Just a sliver of ember,
Could embezzle, a country.*
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
*The wind here is foreign,
An accent of thick whispers & voodoo.
There was a bark of ember,
A source of grace & her inevitable karma.
The burning coals leave levering zingers,
In the visible mist.
Destiny,
The charming embellisher.
Begins painting prosperity on the walls.
After all these long years of downs.
& with a whistle,
The silence is crystallized.
Detaching from the transparent water wings.
& preparing for the longest swim.
Just a sliver of ember,
Could embezzle, a country.*
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