Novelty.

The applause made of marble existed in the form of evolution

and so remained the smell of heaven. The sweet air, the task

that fortune brings to life, goes forth and conquers the doors of

descent. Most loyal to the nation of language, speaking in

brightness, the parallel of darkness composed of liberty, the vast

age of youth! Where hearts rejoice! The valiant sound steeping

into the armies of the wild, into the rivers of reality. The

perpetual waters in the mists of unknown riches. What awaits

the awaiter but the soulality of your being. Eating berries from

the tree of language. Strawberry dreams taking vows of triumph.

The new language born from words unspeakable.

Reviews

[Rebecca_Rose]

What really caught my eye was, "The perpetual waters in the mists of unknown riches. What awaits the awaiter but the soulality of your being." Those lines were beautiful. I haven't heard soulality used in a poem or recreational in writing haha. Bravo. The words painted the most beautiful portrait. :)