Pure Souls
Glassy tributes
in fragments of classic fragility
variety of fragrances
as magical coordinates
in their myriad existences
life on each tile
will yield tunes.
Times will sprout titles
Souls will be at it
again as watchers
preserving lost centuries
in seas
of uncountable seals and experiences.
Seas will greet them welcome
By wombs of breathing earth
And exclusive earth’s bed
Sweet ticking devotion
to explorational revelations.
This poem is about:
Our world
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