REBIRTH

Purple Pansy

 

 

To dream an impossible dream…

Spirit lifting, soaring high above the clouds

To be frozen in a complex cobweb of mind shattering reflections

Slowly falling particles dust the earths surface

Lying in darkness, bright light growing, engulfing

A consuming fire

Wrapped in a sheath of luxurious silk

Bursting forth, free of all constraints

A new soul laid bare in all it’s purity.

Karen.

 

 



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