How my soul longs to hold
such poetic pearls within its atmosphere
To be free at will,
to cast them on to the masses
as some psudo manna from heaven
Hung on some ethereal frequency
Where the lost wander aimlessly
Waiting for the Glistening words
To breathe new life into a phoenix
Rising from the ashes
In a sea of coalesced stars
To enrich my own.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
How my soul longs to hold
such poetic pearls within its atmosphere
To be free at will,
to cast them on to the masses
as some psudo manna from heaven
Hung on some ethereal frequency
Where the lost wander aimlessly
Waiting for the Glistening words
To breathe new life into a phoenix
Rising from the ashes
In a sea of coalesced stars
To enrich my own.
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