recesses of
the heart
this chill affect
bound by lost passions
and all the whiny musing
a human thing
corners of yesterday
remembering
soprano voice brilliance
flora blue
twines
all those
lost
long yearnings linger
pause not
today
it is not predestined
hearts awaken
to chills dissension
until a singular beat reverberates
so deep
and you feel the need
to feel again who you are
your heart shines
breaking the trap of the daemon within