Thursday, 4 October 2018

Beauty in space

Lost in outer space
Saw a beautiful face
With long golden lace
Gown with white trace

Nothing was around
Still feeling surround
In invisible bound
Vibrating with Om sound

Something good I found
Healing old heart wound
Saw no green ground
But still stand on mound


Her hand have star vase
Other hand have a long mace
Which is key of her stars place
Forced to move with her pace