Ancient thee be we scribe
hypnotic profoundness in the
ether gravitational calligraphy
Winds of chaos blow fervently
until a still leaf pontificates a
pinnacle of majestic beauty
never to wither into the annals
of forgetfulness only to spark
a synaptic whiplash of another's
everlasting creative pulse.
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Author:
Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 9th, 2017 22:31
- Category: Surrealist
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