There once was a place called lost
Shrouded in fog and mystery
In a bubble of its own
With no place of real resonance
It swayed to and fro
The stars themselves
Jealous of the intrigue
raised to the size of a planet
Swelled with things not known
It started to leak
Dribbling its truth on the worlds below
Slowly, slowly, eons of blind ones
Began to see
Treasures untold
Shining hope upon shattered worlds
Blissful awakening
The standing ones
Witnessing the blooming
Time unaltered stands before them
By the hand
Led to alchemy
Rising from ashes
To Fire wings
Bold kindness
Come
Witness the unfolding
Duel natured
In Passion and peace
We rise
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Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry from my life written between ages 16 and the present.
