Soul of Purity
Clear skies tower over The cemetery where A young boy of four moons stood He watched the metallic latch Rattle as the doves emerged From the cold metal prison Like […]
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Clear skies tower over The cemetery where A young boy of four moons stood He watched the metallic latch Rattle as the doves emerged From the cold metal prison Like […]
Clear skies tower over
The cemetery where
A young boy of four moons stood
He watched the metallic latch
Rattle as the doves emerged
From the cold metal prison
Like a spirit from flesh
The wings propelled her
Higher and higher till
She reached the heavens and
Kissed the stars
The boy gazes up into
The heavens as the noise
Melts away and he feels
Tears forming slowly
As they rush down his face
He smiles with faint glee
As he reminisces of a
Soul of purity