Every morn,when the eyelids flutter with the wind...
And the first hints of divine sunlight enters the palace of my retina...
A messenger photon runs for the chamber of my soul to read me a scroll from the sun that reads:
Dear, you and I are the same in essence...
You are energy wrapped in flesh...
And I am flash wrapped in energy!
How I become overwhelmed with the news...
That flowers begin to bloom in the gardens of my cells...
And the bird of my mind takes flight to the sky... never intending to return!
Aren't some feelings too invincible to overcome?
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 7:39 AM UTC
Every morn,when the eyelids flutter with the wind...
And the first hints of divine sunlight enters the palace of my retina...
A messenger photon runs for the chamber of my soul to read me a scroll from the sun that reads:
Dear, you and I are the same in essence...
You are energy wrapped in flesh...
And I am flash wrapped in energy!
How I become overwhelmed with the news...
That flowers begin to bloom in the gardens of my cells...
And the bird of my mind takes flight to the sky... never intending to return!
Aren't some feelings too invincible to overcome?
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