SECOND CHANCE
Pulled back and gasped.
Bloomed glory rose across the sky,
like painted holiness by Angels.
No-one on Earth’s floor spoke,
we all knew it’s the second coming
and blessed with art, raised images.
It is the the second renaissance.
Revolution had sparked
after poetry had sparked the mind,
that will change the minds of
at least a thousand generations
in the future and left us to do nothing
but standing still in awe of perfect
Illumination. Viva la Anastasia.
Finally, I got that I always wanted,
for my heart to be at peace.
Bloomed glory rose across the sky,
like painted holiness by Angels.
No-one on Earth’s floor spoke,
we all knew it’s the second coming
and blessed with art, raised images.
It is the the second renaissance.
Revolution had sparked
after poetry had sparked the mind,
that will change the minds of
at least a thousand generations
in the future and left us to do nothing
but standing still in awe of perfect
Illumination. Viva la Anastasia.
Finally, I got that I always wanted,
for my heart to be at peace.
This Poems Story
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