Posted in All, of the soul

Angel Eyes


though mundane is my sinful soul
you gazed upon me
in your purest form

Ashened and sublime
deeper than all oceans
home to all divine
gate to the Empyrean

streams of purest orisons
flood thy holy shores
cached in a hallowed teardrop
and a million more

I seek refuge, my sullen soul
cleanse me when you cry
see my broken pieces whole
in light of your angel eyes

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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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