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the indigo spirit

05/31/2013
they call us kindred spirits
we are all the children of pain
our imagination our oasis
they sought to destroy us
we fought back with creative light
driven from a spirit so shattered
we gather together the pieces of our souls
the fractured spirit’s expression
becomes our life’s flight
the purple aura, the indigo spirit
not a chosen path this one
no one else will ever know it
for it is from the sordid fires
these phoenixes rise to light and life
they call us kindred spirits
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From → Faith, My Life, Poetry

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