Metamorphosis




Changing fiction, stripping bare, old thoughts that wear down, tired hare. Do i attempt to sprint , and run and hop, leap into my springtime, a buoyant bop,For winter can crucify the soul, each spear can pierce beyond control, the elixir of courage a fervent wine, delicious and heated around the limbs entwine. As i strive for my higher self, embracing healing and nothing else, soon enough i will run and skip and hop, for this dream i will never stop.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Keeping your confidence: Staying away from energy stealers

How to get over a guy who humiliates you

Business Branding with a boom