The soul reaps it's way,
Through turmoil and pain.
Branding it's essence ,
By the scars of life.
While the spirit runs free,
Naked in the land of oblivion.
Pure and serene;
Embraced in ethereal wisdom.
The embodiment of immortality,
Twinkles like wind chimes ;
Born from eternal sleep,
To the dawn of a new age.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
The soul reaps it's way,
Through turmoil and pain.
Branding it's essence ,
By the scars of life.
While the spirit runs free,
Naked in the land of oblivion.
Pure and serene;
Embraced in ethereal wisdom.
The embodiment of immortality,
Twinkles like wind chimes ;
Born from eternal sleep,
To the dawn of a new age.
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