Endless

Thu, 08/15/2013 - 13:26 -- Sans22

Endless.

My cup filled to the brim and overflowing

Such wonders scribed down onto wrinkled pulp

Blooming light beams fractured into various hues

Colors from words evoking passion

Soundwaves absent

Thought transferred through fruitful branches

My tree bears such strange gifts

Nutrition of the soul

 

 

 

 

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