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.