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You need your mind—your soul. As you roam the lands, let them accompany you. You are not some bystander who eats what’s at hand.
By Will Sangalli8 months ago in Poets
Blaring all around the symphony creates a passion for you to feast on Her name spilling from my maw tastes utterly divine against my tongue
The lemon honey dripping from her maw. The taste of sweetness is like no other. As if a craving has set in and overwhelmed the mind.
The perfect shine. It creeps through the cracks and crevices of a soul meaning coming back to definitions experience begins to feel at ease within
A conscious soul torn from its limb. scattering to find a part of itself The soul is sighted grasping at the eclipse of our being
Appearing A red orb rises high above Darkness shrouding the day passion rains from the sky surfacing from beneath this shine of blood
Awakened. The cold floor welcoming you with an embrace wondering where you are You gaze forward In front of your organs of sight,
a muse unlike any other organs of sight staring deep falling into a trance Definitions slip off fingertips and into a puddle
Caressed by the hands of a goddess Chaos erupts underneath. Her gentle embrace carries you into a paradox of bliss
Bursting through the wall of silence A glance overwhelms the organs of sight Captured in the gaze of a goddess
A leaf begins to dance until the ground greets it with reality Fallen. Walking through a blue colored field, a presence is sensed to be near
Searching for passion in stagnant waters A siren calling for me with the voice of an angel Could this be what I have been aimlessly wandering around for
