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SAILING TO ETERNITIES DOOR

SAILING TO ETERNITIES DOOR

A thousand Orchestra playing in rhythm
As angels bask in immense glory 
Swaying to a melodious sonic
Praises worthy for a god 

And here we are
Two souls in lifeless motion 
Effortless... drifting in outer space 
A hands breath from the milky way 
Fireflies, twinkling.. in the backdrop of darkness 

Earth no longer exists 
Humans has become shape shifters
Without souls, without hearts, without Conscience
But we have escaped the annihilation 
Love has catapulted us into the realm of angels

Eternity has welcomed us 
It's doors sung wide open 
Inviting our minds to explore 
Worlds, creatures, and phenomena 
Never before seen by the naked eyes 

We are the last of our kind
A product of earth's soil 
Fashioned by the mind of God 
Created to praise, love, and worship 
Sailing evermore.. into eternities door.

Wilford Barker.
 

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Gwendoline

Hello Wilford, so glad I caught this one of yours. 

“A hands breath from the milky way 
Fireflies, twinkling.. in the backdrop of darkness”

such stunning imagery here my friend. Your words paint the stars themselves. Gorgeous ink 
Gwen x 

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Wilford Barker

Gwendoline... you are most kind and encouraging.
Thank you.

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