Lost SoulsA Poem by violetta york / nicki elleThe lost souls float above us, get in our heads and fly away. We search for them in mountains, we check oceans and look in caves. Are they under your feet, or beneath your hands? Instead of thinking; that maybe it was us, maybe we were the lost souls of our lands. The colors we see in dreams, like the colors of the souls, describe us precisely. Everything around us is made from our crazy minds, and we figured out this just abruptly. © 2012 violetta york / nicki elle |
StatsAuthorvioletta york / nicki ellechicago, ILAboutsun ♓ / moon ♐ / rising ♌ young girl in love trying to find my way. instagram: nickiielle tumblr: petaleyes.tumblr.com more..Writing
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