I wish I could memorize the way it feels to have a pure heart.
No attachments. No old feelings.
It's smooth silk with a tranquil touch of moonlit thread.
It's the calm darkness before the day, when the sunlight first touches the sky.
It's peace.
It's floating on air without the fear of falling, looking up at the stars aligning our destiny.
It's freedom.
It's perfection.
It's its own color, and music.
I prayed for peace.
He answered me.
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Smoke & Mirrors
PoetryMy life is full of smoke and mirrors. I say one thing, but think another. This poetry book is a backstage pass to my life.
