Poem by Harli Herrington
Magnificent colors.
Swirling, shimmering;
attracting thy eyes.
Megaphone-like
vibrations,
emitting from the abstract
spoke.
Lineages, 4000 sisters,
brothers.
Their song on the wind,
floating through the
Flourish of vast
landscapes.
Penetrating thy ears.
Tickling,
Waves through the air.
Layering, building
a choir of one voice.
An idea,
let it take over.
It carries the light
of salvation.
Its wings spread, baring
the weight of divinity
reaches every peak,
every crevice.
A hardened beak breaks
the message,
delivering,
trylifracy.
A trinity of the holy truth.
Take it, use it.
Let it guide your lost
soul.
Lineages, 4000 sisters,
Brothers.
Come together.
Now see.
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