Poetry from a Time Forgotten : New Emergence

Sunday, July 13, 2008

New Emergence

I'm up with the bird who got the worm; the blossom that received the first light of dawn, the one whose pen runs across a faded journal. A prayer echoes inside silent caverns in soul chimes. The stone is marked in language of etched aether. Its Maker reads every line, interprets the call; spirit... Sign in to see full entry.

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