Golden sunset collides with clan of conifers,
An archangel appears on wingspan gossamer,
That night proved to transmute my soul,
By nature of this beings knack to cajole,
He seemed to hone in on my lonely stagnate heart,
Infusing my blood with Gods word, spelling out a fresh start,
And suddenly life shone with a brightness serene,
I can see clearly now, I'm finally washed clean.
~ Farls Tokley
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Past Tense Defence
PoetryThis collection of poems is somewhat self explanatory. I held a mirror up to my soul and my reflection was viewed as the following. It poured out of me, I just wrote it down.
