Parent poem : Antagony – Soft


Like the touch Of a single fingertip One and feeling the same Vibrations as such.

Mind is clear Joy is near No more need for fear Strength relived in every tear.

Omnipresent Forever more Broken chains Releasing the core.

Soul is free Peace in me The place to be Within a tree.

Today Tomorrow Always and forever Lost if not together.

The End

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