An opera Soft

I flourish love, akin to sorrow, and such death, my pardon
Joy. Afflict the silence. Manifest the voice. For the fields
Are lonely. And my desert, a flower flame, welts and
Vision. My ache, a tenet storm, a parted sea. And wilted
Vines, a resurrected castle. Waltz, my love; awake the
Pang; tiptoe the music; for life, a mystic web. And we
Perish, to flit and fly, a famous pond. [Selah] Wrestle
Freedom, my love. Confront the wire. For treasured deep,
The grain of blood; and burning ache, a bleeding tear. My
Bone, a future petrified: my soul, a flaming church. And I
Pardon joy, sheer deception. For growth, a friction scar, a
Rising rain, a tented war. Thus the hell, an opera soft; and
Thus the bliss, a sullen vibe. But spirit flux, a ballad
Sung, a sated love, a soothing prayer.
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Comments
Great write dear Glenn, I love it, My applause, my vote
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I thank you, Williamsji.