Energy,
flows through me like chills...
chills like a vocalist hitting the greatest note in a lifetime.
Balancing out the faded wave of semi-sweet chocolate;
Intensifying its taste.
Repeatedly swaying.
Soaking in the environment's melody.
Increased vision through spiritual eyesight.
Seeing without looking;
at other beings feeling the same majestic vibe.
All souls rise and come alive.
Who says dry bones can't live?
About the Creator
Tiera Porter-House
I love to write, wordplay, outer-space, inner space, good vibes, good music, good food, peace, love, universe.
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