by 2rivers
of souls dancing
on pristine, sistine chapel
walls, no doors ever close
when your mind is near
by
And some things should be defenestrated.
Are these more diary notes?
I like "dance a furious Spring"
What a vibrant experience, reading this; seeing existence through prismatic lenses.
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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