Drifting souls, floating over the ocean.
Searching for their meaning of existence.
Flying high, soaring low, somewhere in
between.
Lost souls captured in the shadows,
wandering in a pack, yet always alone.
Seeking out, their destiny.
Doomed this way, endless searching, mindless
meaning. A lonely path they travel on.
A soul without a reason for being.
Aimlessly in tragedy, translucent to ones eye.
Vaporizing in the sun light. Transporting
auras through the night sky.
Trying to avail a gateway to heaven, but only
losing in stagnation. Sublimating in their
actions.
Lost souls in endless agony. Searching but not
believing they are free.
Written By:
Donna Le
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Thanks John.
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