Healing was cathartic to the soul,
it is was inevitable to the consciousness,
and the development of self character
in the spirit of raising the bar,
it was foremost the compelling
narrative that sparked the initiative to
produce the precipice that elevated
surrounding beauty of vitality.
To whom the bell tolls and the lighthouse
signaled the glow to rise in the east,
the chilling breeze that reminded one
of the genuine and the sophisticated
tree of life that penned the spirit of
honesty and propelled the
multifarious the guided–
the elements of the earth moved
and swayed with the motion of elegance,
a level of grit granted the
leaves with the hanging truth–
The heels left the soul
reverberated the mountain,
and seas, the placid
dawn felt like the love
and happiness it raptured
during sunrise–
It poured its soul,
and protruded like
the trunk of the tree,
that held steadfastly,
with the character,
the nobility that strives like
a renegade in spirit.
Charming like the lips of
the suave that touched
and swept in the meadow
of the riverbank of the Nile.
The shutters were discreet,
but vivaciously curious and cogent
like the crashing waves of seduction,
never-ending, but an infinite discovery
that one holds when searching for in its’
self-healing and discovery of peace.
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