The steppe beguiled,
Unfriended by innocence,
Renders powerless the Seraphims,
Within the inner citadel.
The primordial whims,
Engulfs the spirit,
Impulses with unshaken strength,
Charges in, in coaxion.
Plain hues of tinted shades,
Delights the spirit,
Yielding unto the colourful disharmony,
Assailing its walls.
Berefted dignity,
Misses its way,
To converge with shame,
The eden pigmentation.
#El_Magnifico™
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
The steppe beguiled,
Unfriended by innocence,
Renders powerless the Seraphims,
Within the inner citadel.
The primordial whims,
Engulfs the spirit,
Impulses with unshaken strength,
Charges in, in coaxion.
Plain hues of tinted shades,
Delights the spirit,
Yielding unto the colourful disharmony,
Assailing its walls.
Berefted dignity,
Misses its way,
To converge with shame,
The eden pigmentation.
#El_Magnifico™
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