Fresh meat

Wed, 08/21/2019 - 12:56 -- Kristyn

Cold fingers
Lost soul
Goosebumps trail the cold
Eyes engulfing the tales
Dragon lungs
Words lost but the language spoken
Echoes enchantment of traveling mirrors
Always for knowledge of the truth
Who truly you are
May your force be gained
Back in time relapsing hours in time
Lost time gained
The soul burns again
Tame the flame
In blazing gas
Phoenix ashes
The very beginning
Birth of the flower
The rebirth of the last poet
Defining the laws of limits
Finding a way
Live in fresh grey eyes
Find it
Wondering new territory
Fresh blood rhythms a song

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