Volatile pulsating sounds arise,
A natural current as magic cries
Keep pulling sulfurous late night ash,
Release the emotional explosive crash
Now lift the sacrifice it is symbolic,
Let shadows feed on the bucolic
Soak in at last our heritage pains,
Until no heart dare remains.
Splendid and inspiring. Thanks for sharing.
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As a writer, you have such a beautiful way with words. Very potent, and thought provoking piece of writing.
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As always, awesome graphic and gripping words. 🙂
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