Say, how we are.

whoweare

Say,

A million

Moons may pass

away under this roof.

And a thousand suns may

shine high above this pinnacle.

They the celsestials' ships soaring 

Circling the world, resting on us. Long

they have waited. Waited long to be apart

of us. For the Sun's duty's to heat sea to sea.

And so it heats us. And so the blue form peers

on us peers, we lights in the dark, from here we 

bathe earth in succulent light, Nourishing it.

It us, Us it, we save all as we are all. 

 

  • Author: whoweare (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 28th, 2017 23:03
  • Category: Love
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  • whoweare

    For those of you on mobile, this is a shaped verse, but your phone changed the line structure.



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