The SaPhyre Lounge
BluJewel's library of stories, poems, and other literary and musical interests.
BluJewel's library of stories, poems, and other literary and musical interests.
With moist grass beneath our feet
Cloaked with years of silent preparation
Silence procrastinates with the wind
The mystery of hope pours across the skin
Stretched tightly over our twisting limbs
Like the thatch that shelters us
From the wayward pummel of torrential rain
Giving deeper meaning to immaculate sun rays
Standing tall, erect, and proud in spite of
My outward appearance; my beauty lies within
I tag The Soujourner
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