Spiritual Swells.......



The vibe of a piercing emptiness,
is the shard of darkness in disguise,
Her hymns be your tranced harness,
Tangle the chasm and you shall rise,

 She discerns your every delicate contemplation,
It is like a grapple,
Like a perpetual seize of your disposition,
You shall find calm, only in her soul's chapel,

 Wherein a certain tranquil dwells,
Midst her unfleshly spiritual swells........

 (c) S.S

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