Break me into bits slowly,
And scatter the pieces into the air.
Bury me alive and awake,
And let my soul be lost in oblivion.
Ignite me part by part,
And mix the ash with the earth.
Drown me till I sink to depths,
And return not from the abyss.
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MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PoetryJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
