Beauty stood in the storm

The overlapping mist, the betrayal and the hiss from the tides, sail away never dies. We are the momentum, the movement of the graces, such heavenly places, and you wish and you seek, some one told you never to keep, these storms within your core. Speak up, be more. But the hardened days and the moonlit nights have always kept you alight, bright like the stars and the fires in your heart. Becoming the only thing the beauty in the storm has ever wanted, has ever vouched for, you are the pinnacle of the lands under the tides into the barren ways, under the days, such rays from the sun, a lovingly one. Stood there in the mist of it all.

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[Coyote Poetry]

I could write a epic tale from the below lines.
"Becoming the only thing the beauty in the storm has ever wanted, has ever vouched for, you are the pinnacle of the lands under the tides into the barren ways, under the days, such rays from the sun, a lovingly one. Stood there in the mist of it all."
The above lines. Wonderful and beautiful use of description. Thank you Siena for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[emmajoy]

' some one told you never to keep, these storms within your core. Speak up, be more. But the hardened days and the moonlit nights have always kept you alight, bright like the stars and the fires in your heart.

Somebody wrote, el Jurkhaini ? ' A man who bathes in (learns from) another's tragedy is stripped of all artifice.. ' Somehow, i found, I find, that in your thoughtful words.

[Cherrie]

...Speak up be more...
Living on the edge (in the most of it all).
From images to flow of words I like it.