Diamonds don't impress her, she likes color
used to follow her heart
from one end of the earth to the other
Old in the soul she was, and young at heart
believer of a perfect majesty
Survived after long, disastrous ramblings
dropped to earth in perfect harmony
As the glowing orb continues sinking down
it leaves behind the lingering of the spirit
A spirit of heat and light and sound
of something else remaining open to interpret
Through intersections of time and space and dust
meeting up again in some other place
uncomfortable in her new, foreign skin
a fallen angel simply fallen from her grace
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Goddess of the Mist (
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May she rise to glory in the fulness of time.
Andy
Thank you, Andy.
An angel must fall at least once to have any street cred. Being uncomfortable is a rite of passage, brings humility and ultimately triumph. A crystal clear yet ultimately mysterious description!
Oh, I really like what you have said here. Thank you for reading!
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