As you progress through this golden stream
Eyes stuck on the endless possibilities of a promising new horizon
You stand content in a revered acceptance
Like an echo of what seems
Gently floating feathers landing upon
Mountains agreed to never meet and greet,instead stood solid in their stance
What is some to the infinite?
Like an ethereal beam of light you turn on
Fragments of a blissful happenstance
Here you are, observing the elements blending
No anger, but a bow, In sincere resignation
Life gave you meaning in a flick of a glance
Altered Perception
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
As you progress through this golden stream
Eyes stuck on the endless possibilities of a promising new horizon
You stand content in a revered acceptance
Like an echo of what seems
Gently floating feathers landing upon
Mountains agreed to never meet and greet,instead stood solid in their stance
What is some to the infinite?
Like an ethereal beam of light you turn on
Fragments of a blissful happenstance
Here you are, observing the elements blending
No anger, but a bow, In sincere resignation
Life gave you meaning in a flick of a glance
Altered Perception
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