His soul burns bright like scintillating planets,
Dancing to the rhythms the universe sent.
His body creeps through dark alleys,
Of poverty, hunger and unemployment.
Her soul skips over the iridescent rainbow,
Lithe and graceful like a ballerina star.
Her body struggles to walk two feet,
Weighed down by the cancer eating into her.
His soul is effervescent and powerful,
Soaring through the sky on mighty wings free.
His body is ashamed of it's appearance in the mirror,
So he cowers in self doubt where no one can see.
Her soul sings in the mellifluous tunes,
Bringing in seasons, transforming the tides and skies.
Her body screams for mercy as she's being,
Beaten, raped, gagged and strangled as everyday she dies.
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MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PoetryJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
