I flow into the sky full of stars,
I leave the winds behind me.
I carry the scent of wildflowers
And the sun begins to gleam.
It's a rosy day in a cold cloudy night,
The one time of one's life, it's this.
Everything will be alright.
A scorpion and a fish-
They cuddle their way to the sky;
The two distinct existences,
They are young, they are wild
They fritter despite the resistances.
They'll flow along, as long as it takes
Though destined to be dispersed.
They commit an amiable mistake,
Listening, to what the heart had whispered.
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Transcendence
PoetryHello, there readers! For a quick introduction to my work would suit its subtitle- 'A Collection of Scattered Feelings', I have maintained no fixed mood, so that my dear readers may see beyond a specific feeling, to feel it. The moods vary form sli...
