My shroud of solace,
My melody of melancholy,
My song of salvation,
My myriad of miracles.
My symphony of sonder,
My mirage of mystique,
My cathedral of craving,
My catastrophe of calm,
My home of harmony,
My ray of refuge.
You.
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Poesía#14 on 8 March 2017 Poetry, Prose. Words bled from the very soul. Musings of an occasional poetess. 'Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. It is an abstract art, and I am, but a mere artist ' - Edgar Allan Poe ©wordalmaniac 2016
