Friday, 29 July 2016

indian goddess soul

as we collide into cosmic marble
isles we distance our third eye
to watch our air dance free;
the skies sung purple tonight.
she closed her eyes and
i was inspired to let my leaves
take me higher and freer 
and more desperate than
before. grey stained curtain
blades sharpen my coma and
i feel living breathing again.
yes; living breathing again.
english heart; indian goddess 
soul. 



 

grieving greif

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