Loneliness of Thy Lamb
-Loneliness Of Thy Lamb-
A batch of Gods fingers pointing at the clouds of sovereignty ...
Ready to be devoured. The sheer beauty of an ignorant flower coming of age.
An entangled labyrinth. Bridled, majestic. Pledge fealty to the jungles paramore.
Symphony of emotions dwelling through a psyche wondering...To what beholds the thought of being alone, if the thought itself...Is an injustice to merit?
Envisioned by dreams, that someday...It'll be different.
Copyright © Mr Pickles | Year Posted 2022
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