Meadow Minded
exploring growth
Flowering of our soul begins to meadow
Universe of reflection begins to shadow
Doubt scrapes the surface, we ignore
Uncertainty seems to soar
Grasping knowledge, a familiar dimension
Unlocking the truth, unexpected prevention
Separated by power, unruled justice
Struck by confidence, can’t instruct us
Guided by the force of will
Wisdom is power, becomes instill
Soul combining energy into light
Only you can be your knight
About the Creator
Emmie Falbo
Hi there! I'm just someone who writes stories to help people immerse themselves into a whole new realm. I love to spread joy and positivity anywhere I can. On a mission to craft stories for comfort and positive impact. ☕️📖✨
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