The soul has much to say

Pen, paper and heart...




All
that
remains

A
comforting
trio

Chimes
of
reality

Tools
that shatter
insanity

For
medicinal purposes
only

Soulful
sutures
of healing

Cures
for
peace

Speaking
not
allowed

End
to
begin

Arid
thoughts
overspill

Slippery
when
wet

Questions
remain
forever

The sword
Uncompromising
Essential

Wasteland
of
emptiness

Vast
potential
untapped

A
dying
breed

Keeper
of a
dream

Bearer
of
want

My
one
and only

Sting
of
loneliness

Weakness
has an
aftertaste

Rebirth
without
warning

Light
floods
humanity

Gleaming
desires
shine

Reaching
in
parts

not
the
whole

Love
in
reverse

Repeating
ones
genesis

Conquering
the
unbeatable

Weapons
of
redemption

Pen
paper
heart






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