Across the desert and the plains,
to places seen only in dreams
reminiscing love, translucent beings.
Starting over again,
till an infinity of the spectrum
governs the souls reawakening.
Across the desert and the plains,
to places seen only in dreams
reminiscing love, translucent beings.
Starting over again,
till an infinity of the spectrum
governs the souls reawakening.
Another great poem from a true wordsmith, this could truly do with some sort of painting or illustration to acompany it. I look forward to next weeks post and please keep them coming
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Great work very thought provoking.
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