apocalypse of the soul

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Submitted: March 07, 2013

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APOCALYPSE OF THE SOUL

 

Aphrodite is the essence of air.

Aphrodite has become my sole muse.

She is the only symbol I can choose.

Somewhere above she lowers her smooth veil

Leaving me dressed in deeper mystery.

Nevertheless I must follow her trail

And tend the law of synchronicity.

As a stranger to love I tread but slow

Fearful of wasting in my own desire

Yet still I know now it is time to go

And follow the flame that fans my fire.

It is her bounding soul that I watch flow

And feel joining me in play up higher.

If she were to declare her love for me.

The world is ablaze with divine beauty.

Purest sun has been spun into her hair.


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