Creative Writing, Poetry

Wow That’s A Nasty Mystic, 7 Nasty Nights a Night

Posted by Aubrey's Arch on

I just don’t pray
I counted smoke mirrors to the Sky
Most my ideas were prayers of mind
Tonight marks the night of canopy dreams
The Tide’s taking in a bigger frame of scene
The architect in my dreams
Makes way out in each realm I see
My dream began to wake up
In a daze it said it needed no more sleep
A good eye for the environment
The investment, Tide knows it too
Home at last, a major lapse
Entranced cocoon

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  1. Don Esperanza's avatar castorpblog says:
    January 13, 2022 at 7:05 pm

    Hey first of all thanks for following, very interesting thoughts in deed, some times rather enigmatic and some times quite to the point

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    1. Aubrey's Arch's avatar Aubrey's Arch says:
      January 13, 2022 at 7:19 pm

      Thank you kindly~ Your writing is beautiful and sincere, I have very much enjoyed!

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      1. Don Esperanza's avatar castorpblog says:
        January 13, 2022 at 7:20 pm

        Thank you very much, I am glad you like it and it’s a pleasure to follow you

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