
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.
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning

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.
I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray. View more posts