"unconsius" poems
TO GO UNCONSIUS BEFORE DROWNING ,
IN TRUE DEPTS OF DISPAIR ,
BRINGS LIGHT TO FLIGHT TO FLOURISH
IN A PLACE NEVER THOUGHT OF THERE.
SUDDENLY SURROUNDED BY SANDS OF AMO,
NOT BLINDED BY SLEEP,
KNOWING ARE DREAMS WILL LAST FOREVER ,
FOR WITHIN ARE SOULS WE KEEP.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 6:16 AM UTC