Like quicksand so cool upon the skin, I sank
Into an unfamiliar world, a sacred cry,
lost in the halo of his lucid spell

A saintly man, his glorious grandeur did compel
Under his clothes lay a landscape of untouched splendor

Into a gratifying dissociation, I slip, surrendering completely. Like quicksand so cool upon the skin, I descend.

To seek the universe in the heavens unknown, where desires dance with prayers in song lost in the halo of his lucid spell.

 


© 𝓢.𝓟𝓸𝓽

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