Journey.
Journey.


Souls will efflorescence
from an insight within.
Muffined in grime,
we shall rise and dust ourselves.
Pungent cigarettes would unwind
and puff themselves,
by the wild sea.
With the exponent of peace,
now, let the journey begin.
Where there was a grave
now flowers will themselves reveal.
Smell shall leave the orchid trees
and fates it’ll seal.
Worldly wounds
in unison shall they heal.
Who shall question wind
of its power?
It’ll, back your hair blow.
in the eternity, and the bliss
the window shall open
and magic, unending shall flow.