Puerile Souls

Falling from an ocean star, Effusive as the morning Sun, Juxtaposing souls on an altar, Pearl clouds neath, we run   Into a moonshine hue green, Amid a forest euphoric azure, Footsteps in amber unseen, A subtle but ecstatic gesture   For minstrels to descend below And golden trumpets weave forth For souls in sonority... Continue Reading →

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