The new scene

When nimbus drift away,
the hissing of the sun
lights the path that lead the way.
Dimitri rises through the spine
reviving in a dream.
The realm of the soul,
the new scene.
From the depths, a cry
awakening to the truth
only when we die.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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