Posted in of the soul, poetry

Angel Eyes

04/22/2019

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

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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