Idea

Through the window you will find
wandering thoughts without a bind
sailing ships that never grind
on gossamer wings feather lined
placid until one outshines

Then the seas begin to wind
as storms rage across the mind
the chosen one flies forth enshrined
illuminated and confined
shaped, designed and refined

clarity becomes entwined
bathes the lost and cures the blind
all denied and declined
webbed together and combined
strands connect all in kind
and perfectly they are aligned.



Poetry by ttius
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Written on 2014-01-19 at 19:26

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