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
yet
out of reach.
Rays of light beaming through the soul
overwhelming amounts of bliss, consuming it
Do not let this shade overtake the beautiful sunrise
About the Creator
Will Sangalli
conscious
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