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Tiptoe down the forgotten steps to where your soul does rest, and see the land that lies beneath the eyes that do know best. The finest of jade silks is woven deep into our ground, in a land that bears no boundaries but - is yet to be found. For round the corner water laps and dances between your toes, a waltz, a tango, a sudden embrace whatever you say goes. Conquer this world on a swing up high, where you take your worthy seat, back and forth, your senses silly you fall onto your feet. Then a delicate song of angels guides to a grand mahogany door, where the angel herself awaits for you centred in the floor. “Be not afraid,” she softly breathes “A gifted soul you are, and when happiness seems a world away you need not travel far.” She leads you to a marble sink pure water trickling clear, it swirls it sooths, it embraces your skin it laughs in the face of fear. But the time has now come, alas you must go, the universe waits for no one, you walk up the steps to the chosen land and see the life you have won.
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
Land beneath the soul
Tiptoe down the forgotten steps to where your soul does rest, and see the land that lies beneath the eyes that do know best. The finest of jade silks is woven deep into our ground, in a land that bears no boundaries but - is yet to be found. For round the corner water laps and dances between your toes, a waltz, a tango, a sudden embrace whatever you say goes. Conquer this world on a swing up high, where you take your worthy seat, back and forth, your senses silly you fall onto your feet. Then a delicate song of angels guides to a grand mahogany door, where the angel herself awaits for you centred in the floor. “Be not afraid,” she softly breathes “A gifted soul you are, and when happiness seems a world away you need not travel far.” She leads you to a marble sink pure water trickling clear, it swirls it sooths, it embraces your skin it laughs in the face of fear. But the time has now come, alas you must go, the universe waits for no one, you walk up the steps to the chosen land and see the life you have won.
sarah-mullaney
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
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