What are we?
Hollow sunken souls?
Or beings of pure light and life?
Born to toil and waste away
Or is there some higher purpose?
Truly, what we are made of is unimaginable magic
And unexplainable Wonders
The pure excellence of comic perfection
The magnificence of adaptation.
Breathing the air without which we would not survive
Food without which we will become skin and bones
Ultimately to die and turn to dust and finally nothingness?
I believe not
We where born to soar above the galaxies
To arise and shine like the beautiful morning star
And twinkle across the universe
Like the gigantic supernovae
And flare our light at all's delight
Born we are to evolve
To morph into a complex life form
To become divine beings of light and life.
Yes, we will soar for divinity.💕
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PoetryA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
