Surrendered to love
pepper
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She woke up
like a daffodil in spring
like a freshly written title
with a symphony of birdsong stroking her senses
its beauty... deafening.
Her heart pounded
like a room full of cannonballs
gravity on... gravity off
gravity on... gravity off
With every breath
she inhaled something much larger than her human lungs could carry
so she grew
big enough
to let it flow... through her.
She had been captured by a feeling
that wasn't awake, nor was it asleep
it was just there
within her
being... more.
Soaked in her own dreams
her sanity trickled down her face
and landed in pools of hope
hope
that this was no dream
that she truly was...
awake.
like a daffodil in spring
like a freshly written title
with a symphony of birdsong stroking her senses
its beauty... deafening.
Her heart pounded
like a room full of cannonballs
gravity on... gravity off
gravity on... gravity off
With every breath
she inhaled something much larger than her human lungs could carry
so she grew
big enough
to let it flow... through her.
She had been captured by a feeling
that wasn't awake, nor was it asleep
it was just there
within her
being... more.
Soaked in her own dreams
her sanity trickled down her face
and landed in pools of hope
hope
that this was no dream
that she truly was...
awake.
Pepper- I am faith without religion, without bruised knees and pleas for forgiveness...
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"what a long, strange trip it's been"
I like that... and the poem generally... a state so hard to capture, yet you managed to do so