My eyes are fixed on the stars- pondering.
Pneumas of fluoresce gathered from heaven.
Fragments of the moon self left wandering;
Welcoming lost souls of fallen brethren.
I ponder- e'en whilst the sky does shine blue,
For the heyday bloom is just as luring;
Nature's blemishes seen in all its hue.
A scenic route of entitled flirting.
'Tis beneath the ray of sun where clouds quake;
The fictitious hand of god makes descent.
And by true firmament the daylight break,
Oft do billows convey a man's ascent.
I ponder- ambiance of earth and space.
These two are in love- at a breakneck pace.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
My eyes are fixed on the stars- pondering.
Pneumas of fluoresce gathered from heaven.
Fragments of the moon self left wandering;
Welcoming lost souls of fallen brethren.
I ponder- e'en whilst the sky does shine blue,
For the heyday bloom is just as luring;
Nature's blemishes seen in all its hue.
A scenic route of entitled flirting.
'Tis beneath the ray of sun where clouds quake;
The fictitious hand of god makes descent.
And by true firmament the daylight break,
Oft do billows convey a man's ascent.
I ponder- ambiance of earth and space.
These two are in love- at a breakneck pace.
