The New Planet On A New Universe

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Plucked feathers fall from the darkest stormy skies,

Cheeks stained in rains of hues of gray and blue in melancholy,

Frozen state to a poetical flair outlet that is creative and comforting,

A further reaching out verbally in speech has halted,

Wearing a blindfold to hunt for words of hope or meaning in rhymes and patterns.

The caged jeep was sabotaged through the trails of the greatest spiritual safari that will be historical conversation amongst many.

A large brush and new round palette in cold hands,

Painted a new universe of complete sorrow and segregation,

A land of full acceptance and respect of things divine inside,

Where trust is never broken and dreams dance and thrive in a golden rainbow with treasures underneath.

My spirit can finally rest entirely on this new planet I am visiting since I am there alone.