Soul: stationary.
Sublimely stagnant, safely stuck still.
Suddenly…sight strikes Soul’s sanctuary, sparking sense.
Satisfying savory scents solidify Soul’s self.
Suddenly… Soul’s semblance sours,
scared, somber, spiritless.
Suddenly… Soul’s saga sages.
Sanctified skyward
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Sabrina LaRocco
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