Soul: stationary.
Sublimely stagnant, safely stuck still.
Suddenly…sight strikes Soul’s sanctuary, sparking sense.
Satisfying savory scents solidify Soul’s self.
Suddenly… Soul’s semblance sours,
scared, somber, spiritless.
Suddenly… Soul’s saga sages.
Sanctified skyward
About the Creator
Sabrina LaRocco
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