What more barren soul in worlds of what you had how big is your soul.
Gather crying angels make the peace never to loose our minds.
How many souls cry for freedom we are one throughout fire.
Fractured pathways fall to our Earth never seen, to this day.
Stolen mind I love thee, we are coming around open hearts.
Kiss me upon my lips tender ways on the cross of injustice.
My mind stolen to insanity many times, we grow looking for you.
A second glance is that you my sweetheart many dark days,
can we be free the same heart under the same sunlight.
Come with me pathways in insecurity, fallen highways find this peace.
Across the coldness of homosapien one hundred twenty millennia.
Spring comes forth say your words of love and believe in freedom.
© Nicholas Leslie MMXVIII #ProgressivePoetry