Heed the hum of the dandelions
Hear the utters of which are unseen
Cater those blushes, lavish evolutions
Cater them all but fervor of sins.
Hear them voices of which are longing
Heed them weeps of which are grieving
Heal them youth devoured by horrid and cold
Claim them souls, tormented by the long lost.
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From shadow and glamour, let them free
From the wicked and twisted, let them flee
Show them golden path, let them spree
Show them light, let them be.
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Plea of Essence
PoetryA short poem ------------------------------ With every action nature speaks With every move, nature sees Into evil, souls are turning From good, souls are retreating.
