Will you inhale the height of angelic poetry from a free hand thinking?
thinking yet not drinking ... droplets of dew kissed mist ...
white, let not sight ... bring higher thoughts view ...
come ... call ... , hope gist ...
... ... hand on fist few ...
inhaling melodies , harmony of unheard notes sublime ...
can hear them calling in darkness , day time ...
lightened , heightened, in our souls feel thought ...
enlightened, yet not frightened, our cores, call them naught.
whispers in leaves dance along road ...
creating other worldly thoughts , lifting our load.
after hands have written , smitten, nothing more free ...
laughter echos endlessly, erupting thunders, hidden in thee ...
come hither , play angelic beings unseen ...
run river , stay ... freest currents green ...
, softest grass becomes bank footsteps meet ...
angels of fairy folks, wearing nonsense when greet.
release layers of hardened guilt , let mind know ...
flight of fanciful images love reap , sew ...
stitching words upon cloud filled days , threading pearls on silk ...
never know might glow or when we'll drink milk.
dance , forget lust , suffer not utter disgust ...
prance ... says chant , rant inspire, liar now, robust ...
shh ... giggles, dusting reality remain unspoken ...
hush ... go sleep ... not peep ... nothing token.
thinking yet not drinking ... droplets of dew kissed mist ... white, let not sight ... bring higher thoughts view ... come ... call ... , hope gist ... ... ... hand on fist few ... inhaling melodies , harmony of unheard notes sublime ... can hear them...
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