once whipped and torn as if by the hands of invisible giants in rage prompts

5 months ago

Find you With most gentle of sighs my spirit is released as I step into my world. Anticipating greatness beyond all my dreams, my gaze pierces through the fear of losing what I found, commanding all darkness to kneel and give way for the pale morning. Truth bends our world from the hands of shadow; the world is naked. In the heavens of my depths, once whipped and torn as if by the hands of invisible giants in rage, now flow gently and soft as pools of wisdom, letting the young suns crown of pale gold and emerald green spread like birds in flight across the skies. Eight hundred beats away what I searched, longed for and what is finally mine can be found. Love is but a word without the passion given by the morning sun to what lie dark at night. Eight hundred beats and a soul on fire, eight hundred beats and my love can be found