Rain
Poetry on surrendering, and knowing that you're not alone.
Let's dive down the formless arrays of the colours before us; taste the moisture of the hidden songs in every ripple, waltzing down every inch of these droplets, fallen from the heavens, waiting to emerge out of your traumatic spectrum — in disguise of dark clouds.
Let's get lost in the hidden wonders that lay before us, in forms of thorns, waiting to be accepted with each step up towards the flowering buds that hold the answers to the silent beats of our inner most cherished requests; bare naked with nothing more than goosebumps of clarity.
Let's...
arise with our buried truths — out into the skies that hold our very sight; one of many, that sings the ease into our wary sides — Together.
About the Creator
Philip von Grave
I allow the guidance of the winds - winds of free form emotions through any form that sways the dominant beats of the heart, during that very moment; otherworldly, and earthbound, that brings out the natural beauty of our inner duality.
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Incense blazing trails of clear white answers; guidance. She takes in the scent of everyday lies and confusion — left dry, drained and looking blankly into a future forward. Another night passes, replenished from worldly toxicity; she does wonder, from every time from beyond and under: 'Will I survive another chain of flesh or is this a blessing in disguise that's about to be uncovered?' — questions only the clouds would answer.
By Philip von Grave7 years ago in Poets
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