The unknown

A whisper throught the clear skies,
kissed your lips from oceon wide,
a glance of happiness,
Urges forth and rushes to be comfort,
As u held not to be touch,
Cause u know of what you quest for,
Shimer running down your spine,
As u wish you could rewind and undine,
The balance through which nature intertwine,
Which automatically devine,
The conquest of a searching child,
Lost in a trap door,
Wondering what each path shall unfold,
Riches which was behold and fortunes that were mistold.

Melly wilson (poetic nature)

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