I've a secret, going to mumble to stay in soul forever,
dispersed in each living kiss, even in emotions splendor,
tenderly in passion of life, abundantly in dimension of spirit
although how much deadly miserable to hold your sailing ship.
Karma, with its scythe and dark shadowy rings of Saturn,
sadness bites with injustice, wraps in wounds by hunter belt,
to respect, believe God's law, defends eunomia, when go ground,
because hard sinister demons, beastly,prepare you to guillotine.
Grows in the end of drops in meeting with real thing, infinity,
knews insistence significant, no agitation, not to blind automatism,
neither the chaos nor the supplant come to the spheres of spirits,
make ways for self between orchids, hyacinths, floating in his lotuses.
Author notes
~spiritualangel~
Prompt: 3. Karma in the closet
Eunomia:
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Eu·no·mi·a Audio Help /yuˈnoʊmiə/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[yoo-noh-mee-uh] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun Classical Mythology.
one of the Horae: the personification of order.
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