Shuffle of strange songs in the minds of ours
Some original
Some heard in the dreams.
Songs, these are of made golden dust as stars give away some of their parts to us in a magical way,
they are the tunes of who we are:
the emotions we feel.
Sweet honey filled all the feels.
~
[some of the thoughts]
Honey glaced carapace
of lovely
glimpses
of summer
thoughts, that floats out in a white little paper boat
at times like pieces of whising flower petals (in the wind.)
Honey light falling down in the
earthfill ground,
Dawn, what it
forevermore seeks,
In essence of a love, mild.
. . .
. .
.
Pairs of honeyed irises sees the world,
as if from a honey colored filter lenses,
all things are little in the touch,
of
sunny shades and even at the night
times as sun stays, are all things
warm, and fuzzy:
Like home is.
The world feels
as home, to the happier
part in the minds & hearts
of sojourn soul.
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♣ Word Interpretation ♣
Sojourn : A temporary stay.
[A temporary stay as in our soul only stays to us within the body for a life only, and after that we don't know. It probably roam or maybe be become something new..
Who knows.]
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Jumping Into Constellation
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