He is an artist,
Precise on His canvas,
Plotted a million twist,
On His masterpiece,The Universe,
Within it He breathe souls with different scars,
An art so divine,
Skies with 7 billion stars,
Sadly,none aligned.
Not yet.We don't just glimmer in position.We dance as we shoot ourselves across His endless canvas,seeking alignment with another that will fit in the hollow He left in us.He didn't leave a clue so it's okay to be crestfallened and confused,when we thought we'd found the one...only to notice that they're just passing by.Life goes on.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
He is an artist,
Precise on His canvas,
Plotted a million twist,
On His masterpiece,The Universe,
Within it He breathe souls with different scars,
An art so divine,
Skies with 7 billion stars,
Sadly,none aligned.
Not yet.We don't just glimmer in position.We dance as we shoot ourselves across His endless canvas,seeking alignment with another that will fit in the hollow He left in us.He didn't leave a clue so it's okay to be crestfallened and confused,when we thought we'd found the one...only to notice that they're just passing by.Life goes on.
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