A Few Words From My Walk: Part Three
poetry·@metasophical·
0.000 HBDA Few Words From My Walk: Part Three
 A maiden brought us to harvest- Scales of justice bare none, The rest may be upon us- Every dawn inclined me to run, A new born arose from the ashes- The solar warmth is never gone. Finding myself wondering, Could I ever obey? Seeing meteorites falling- Far out in the early day, Taking refuge in-laws abiding- Parallel lives of decay. Cataclysmic perspectives- Falling to my dirty feet, Looking closer at myself- Phases I was ready to greet, Shattering dreams and goals- More meta-ethical than concrete, The harmony within truly ensouls- I saw nature dancing in a heartbeat. @metasophical