Gifts
A blooming grace dances around my sacred circle
Amplifying my existence
Rush through my aural sector
A vortex of complex knowledge and philosophies
Only the special retrievers are given these opportunities
Random, illustrated, promising thoughts
Raging a creative, intellectual attitude
Flusters through the organic structure
January 2, 2015
The tidal waves of smoke
Rolls through evanescent air
Disappearing from the visions of your mind
Like obsolete memories
That were too enchanting to have
