Poetry | Mindfulness
This Blessing Tastes of Lost Promises

Remember where the crosses are. They mark the sites of suffering It helps us find the frozen souls who witnessed the encircling.
Wide awake yet deeply felt with light, we draw the symmetry between the lines and lies we laid, the air and lives that make our place.
Until consideration starts a search for meaning deep within. and all the rings that must be blessed forever binds us to this place.
A golden sunset never formed as ticking seconds seem like hours. When holding secrets carried close we reconcile the sacred pact.
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