Shape

Posted on March 12, 2018 by alan1704

The shape of nothing happening
Receiving visions
In her eyes
Let it go
Slowly open your cold eyelids
It’s hard to believe in emptiness
When glory floods the land
And an eternal rock
Makes all things new.

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Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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