Sanguine souls softly sing sweet secrets…
Sacred songs soaring silver sanctuary skies,
Serenading sparkling stars.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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I AM
This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
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Love this!!! The sky is my favorite thing to witness every night!
You bottled lightning! Excellent work. I love it.
Beautiful. This moment, captured exquisitely.
Your writing is a delight to read and a testament to your creative talent.👌👌🙏
Beautiful poem! I seen this challenge and I'm thinking hard about how to do this 😂😂 seems so hard
Beautiful! This is an incredible use of language, from the alliteration to the flow and imagery.
Don’t mind me, I’ll just be over here saying “silver sanctuary skies” over and over! ❤️
Beautiful. Way to go, Kristen!