I will NOT allow you to take my words from my breath!
You turn them into tornados that tare apart my thoughts,
I will not let you become my thoughts..
I was stuck in guck for far to long!
Life, motionless.
Emotions, numb.
The only thing running
Was the wine from this shell.
But I am not a shell anymore!
I will NOT allow you to turn me back into a corpse!
This guck has transformed into a pond,
But the soil will always remain stained..
I will no longer permit you to tred upon me with the past.
For I am a blooming lotus flower,
Trying to strech beyond the clouds,
To bath within the light.
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Author:
Skye Marlene (
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Comments4
THANKS SKYE ~ Reads like an interesting metamorphosis. We are creatures of Eternity and can be flora or fauna or even human for 70 years ! Guck ~ a shell ~ wine ~ a corpse (even) ~ BUT ~ then at last a LOTUS FLOWER ~ high incarnation. If I become a Lotus Flower I would want to stay that way for eternity ~ BEAUTIFUL ! Thanks for sharing. BRIAN
spread you wings and fly
wonderful words you pen. Bravo
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Awesome write
Great material 💐💐💐
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