I hope the angels bless you with the courage to get through your day, as there is no woe that can weigh you down, On an chariot that rides under the sun, don't be afraid to sore the light wings that are no longer made of wax, May your mind be at ease as the clouds, Weightless as they are, bare your best interest,
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Commendable confluence of Free and Prosaic Verse...Awesome titlee, indeed...Just an IMO, if you don't mind...Your right margin break-points could be improved upon so that the overall work moves smoother structurally. Either way...I enjoyed the read ~FjR~
I was feeling slighty down until i read the words you beautifully wrote compassionate i love it 👏👏👏👏
Beautiful Title- In The Psalm of Your Mind and poem has its own beauty -Forgiving the trespass, the treasons of others that mean harm in the heaven of your eyes, thank you
Clever title. That's what attracted me to the poem, and then the poem was certainly worth reading. One question: Didn't you mean SOAR instead of SORE?