Search the past
Search the future
With poison lashing at the cure
Fold in chapters with unknown faces.
Fingerprints by permanent stains only the stars can cover with blue laces.
Search the heart
Search the mind
It is not our existence that captures the rainbow.
But only the air intertwining with our halo sees our shadows in heaven's paradise.
Search the petals
Search the soul
Then each second clinches the tear of lost sessions.
Dwelling in the fragrance that silence the essence.
As the color fades from Jeremiah's presence.
By: M.W Styner, Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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