Charisma
She spoke to me, to be of service,
graceful granted purpose.
Be virtues bliss charismatic,
to nurture truth’s magnificent static.
The wind expresses itself by abilities,
passion as source of space quantities.
The Priestess encompassing realities,
being magical in surreal fantasies.
The fruits of other world’s temptations,
tunnel end and mot light sensation.
Wise qualities serene applied,
timeless fashion magic star light.
Given grace of spirit intellect in rhyme,
to the answers of life’s regret in time.
To see those echoes through many incarnations,
stardust soul in her hearts sensation.
Charismatic free spirits roam,
enlighten bodies in every room.
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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.
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