HarmonY::
Outward in action,
we seek saints of humble hands.
We trudge through truth in will full boots,
chance retreats to a vast abyss where we protect a reservoir of untouched beauty.
Splice your war torn hands with unexploited dreams~ its time.
Deliver me a monument.
Virgin feet dance a winding knot through my corrupt soul, can you see me?
It is the echoes of your inquisition that solve my mysteries,
for your feverous action can weave a timeless story.
Promise me a sacred path to this unearthly realm and scar your stamp to crowds of lost souls.
Outward in action, twine a revolution for this evolution.
~heartbeats in sync.
© Book of Bliss, 2011 Kirsten Hogle
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