Poem -
Ritual Reblooming
Allow me to finally bloom. No regret no false intentions. Awakened for the first time i lay paralyzed by familiarity portrayed as present. Watch as faces change witness the pure upheaval of humanity, something so beautiful yet flawed to cut the purity, divided in half for reasons of immature emotion and retched hastiness continually placed on a pedestal as if never tainted by raw humanity. Beauty resorted back to primal instinct.
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Just to be clear from title to poem it was tip reflect on the every day awakening of people and how it's my expression. Should of put emphasis on allow ME to bloom. Oh well first time publish not last more to comeÂ
This is so deep, I really enjoyed...Looking forward to reading more from you
Lorna
I can't even begin to express my gratitude. This is my first go around with the whole "publishing" game but very upliftingÂ
Welcome to Cosmofunnel, you'll find much positivity here!! Â :)
See its people like you that continues to give me faith in humanity. Heres to all the true blue open minded artists in the world. DBLAINKPORTRAIT LORNA HERE'S TO YOU.Â