I Traveled Far To the Engine of Souls
my great obidance
as
a train slipping
of tracks into a manor of faiths
my dream is the concusion of are dreams not knowing
the wings of fortune
a cristal clear disire
reaping into flamelike arts
rippels of destanation
like a huge addiction
qualety's blemished
a new stainted letter of the deposite into grace
feeling how the leaves are shivering
clouded by emortial savior
destend to become the quial
of are justiced parking hit's line
that he's is smoking daddie's weeds
on a drifters hook of pray's
Copyright © Veerle Heyninck Florimond Margriet | Year Posted 2012
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