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Poetic Soul
The poetic soul sees beyond the horizon, looking through the depths of the ocean,
With lenses of moonstone to touch what’s hidden from the naked eye.
Drifting along waves of wonders and clouds of thoughts, drawing closer
To the universe’s core to peel back the blue mantles of the sky.
A gift ever so tender, painting poiesis into a bubble to wear,
Breathing life into objects so they become more, a company for the living.
Poetry’s a voice for the quietude that longs to be set free with the tide,
Words for the unspoken side, weaving an art that brims with sensation.
Everything around fades into a blur, yet you’ve never felt so clear,
A mirror of Erised echoing unseen stars that twinkle within us.
With lenses of moonstone to touch what’s hidden from the naked eye.
Drifting along waves of wonders and clouds of thoughts, drawing closer
To the universe’s core to peel back the blue mantles of the sky.
A gift ever so tender, painting poiesis into a bubble to wear,
Breathing life into objects so they become more, a company for the living.
Poetry’s a voice for the quietude that longs to be set free with the tide,
Words for the unspoken side, weaving an art that brims with sensation.
Everything around fades into a blur, yet you’ve never felt so clear,
A mirror of Erised echoing unseen stars that twinkle within us.
Published 1st Jan 2025
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