NewHope

A cosmic vaudeville Of nebulas breathing dust And birthing new stars

Your songs dance like light Like a sunny night burning Purple thunderstorms

for I am the wind in your wings and the breath in your lungs, small songbird

You are a sinner! Birds cut my fingers, and they Burn my old forests

And thrown in wicker baskets that weigh heavily like Judgement on our shoulders…

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As vast as the oceans above the seas glimmering at night. As historic as

The guard of the sky Lifts whispers and shields and spears To battle storm clouds

Tell me why I have the urge to write a remarkably poetic poem about a corpse flower. - @QueenMadrose

As mixed up as a hen finding her chicks among the crowd. As mythic as