Post by William Warigon (@Willis)

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦

In dreams, your grace unfolds like morning's first ray,
Healing the fractures of my wandering way.
No earthly chain can bind this vow so true,
Because I'm sempiternally bound to you.

The thoughts of you keep clouding by,
I wish to finally meet you in the sky.
My ink dedicated to you is now dry.
I want to be a tool for you, I can't lie.

Your whisper lingers in my burning bush,
A sacred fire that my spirit must clutch.

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