Gently, smooth serenity twines soothing tendrils
about my tender form;
Elegance, graceful ballet of spirit-flesh
seeping into cracks once much forlorn...
Oh how sweet it is
to bathe in glory; emanates from within...
another story told
another ending once more waiting to begin,
but wrapped in soothing calm
I linger in the bliss the storm bestows,
embrace each moment passing now,
even the future doesn't know...
Author notes
*smiles*
It's been a while since I've written, so I used positive emotion as inspiration - which is usually quite difficult for me. Dark emotions are so much more raw, they can take control of your finger tips and create the purest, finest heaven-spun metals as poetry. I know this doesn't come close to something like that, perhaps you cannot read it the way I intend it to be read - I see the inconsistent meter too.
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