Purity

A response to a poem from Emily Dickinson. There's no excuse for its incredibly terrible quality. :D

My wings have taken flight--

A whimsical feeling--innate and silent.

 

Come forth, young one

Pure and unbound.

Enrapture. Numb. Prevail.

 

The once blonde sky turns hollow

The world aglow;

Time comes to a slow--

Where has the darkness gone?

Reviews

[Jola]

Fleeting thought in this line of ... interesting style of writing ...
Greetings Jola

[Kitty Forzaken]

I love your talent..

[Kyro]

where has it gone indeed?