MY MIND IS LIKE A MUSEUM
My mind is like a museum. Vaguely filled with memories of the past. Branded within a culture so rich that is both massive, and very vast. My mind is like a museum. Curated with images of illusion and innovative solutions that develop within my space. My mind is like a museum. Decorated with jewels and treasures of the sea. My mind is like a museum. Painted dark blue ocean floors brewing below is an abundant taboo of mythological folklores. My mind is like a museum. Exposed to the Ancestral. Growing within my spiritual vessel. Born with the gift to conjure the celestial. Seeing past our physical temples. My mind is like a museum. Holding literatures of both love and death as highly honored forces of life. My mind is like a museum. Ready to display and share art everywhere. To help keep the next generation prepared. My mind is like a museum.
- Author: CelestialSirenPoetry ( Offline)
- Published: August 19th, 2022 10:37
- Category: Unclassified
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