The Golden Sea

Sat, 11/04/2017 - 22:42 -- MedinaW

You were not fallible, just full of fiction  You wished things that Heaven did not forget  Where the angels slept, you created a war Still you laughed when the sky fell   When the girl embraced the lion, they both transformed into dust This is true It is true that the soul of the tribes were mysterious,  Sleeping in a world that screamed only at dusk   The wind was interrupted The white smoke became weak   The waters sunk into the earth The dove that awaited, called unto me  We drifted past the weak, the sorrow and the despair    The melodic sound of the trumpets cascaded my weary brain   Like a broken compass or a delayed recollection, it was no longer present Every bone and every muscle became stronger than concrete 

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