Dead Beautiful
That was my First Thought of you
But First
Listen ,
To your own Heartbeat
So I can hear it too
Its how I stay free
From Black Angels
Of intentions
Non Divine
Still Fighting
While Passing The Time
To
Wake Me
From this slumber
That is Nice
Visions of a Life
In a Feigned Land
Where the River Queen holds my hand
The gardens indulge me to a Rosey Rant
Where we Shatter deceit and doubts
All in Harmonious Luminescence.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
