A silent’s storm
Upgrowing roar
From troubles not
Torque flame my heart
That I may climb on feathered wings
And let the wind blow strong
May it blast me into heavens
Or tear me apart
I be the makings of art
Wonderous and Tundrous
Where life's gaze eyes gauge
Paralysis of marvel
When strong things touch the ceiling
And we float off the roof
To lightness infuse
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Had to stop by to get my relaxation in for today. Your site is so peaceful, thanks
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