Before
I’m found
slowly gliding in
these
gardens of
sensual yet unseen
spirits..
towering
the
skies
like free
flowing
tides of rivers
of
peace,
harmony I seek..
I shall lay bare
on
this bed
of thorny roses,
blackened by
darker times
..hoping the
pains I wish to discard
will untangle
and catch flight again..
so I can
slowly glide in
these
gardens with
sensual yet unseen
spirits
allowing me
to be free..




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