Blank pages.
Inscribed upon by Sages.
Proclimations spread far and wide.
Movement gets better.
Heart as a feather.
As we learn to reticulate with high tide.
Wind at our feet.
Visages we meet.
Four corners to flank at all times.
Assimilating the benisons.
Integrating in full unison.
New wings taken for a ride.
~Osian~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Spiritual
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