The Song Of Lost Souls

A place that becomes a thought

A face that becomes a wish

And a dream that binds them

Two voices in the ether

One asking you to listen

The other asking you to listen to yourself

So many stories

Yet only one truth

In absence

Yet present

Through space

And time

This entry was posted on 03/03/2023 at 4:27 am and is filed under Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Chariot. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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