by Sacred_AngelDhaka, Bangladesh
Oct 2018 357 Views 1 comments
soul of soul
These thoughts
Filled to brim
Joy of joy
Yet
Deep the bend
Gentle winds shivering
Slow the sway, the ripple’s end
As if utterance is set to pause
These thoughts
Filled by embers warmth
Joy of joy
Yet
Deep the rivers bottom
Gentle, the rain cleansing
As words set to whisper nothings’s sweet
As if yesterday had no purpose other than to birth now
These thoughts
Filled by laying truth upon my rising
Joy of joys
Soul of soul
Filled to brim
Joy of joy
Yet
Deep the bend
Gentle winds shivering
Slow the sway, the ripple’s end
As if utterance is set to pause
These thoughts
Filled by embers warmth
Joy of joy
Yet
Deep the rivers bottom
Gentle, the rain cleansing
As words set to whisper nothings’s sweet
As if yesterday had no purpose other than to birth now
These thoughts
Filled by laying truth upon my rising
Joy of joys
Soul of soul
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2018
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