Mystical Thresher

In free verse on May 1, 2011 at 4:52 am

Still singing in my nudity exposed,

Amongst my gold shattered ruins,

Light inside emeralds did shine,

Into streams of great love today.

Aged and experienced Mystical thresher,

Threshing destructive weeds from fruit,

A fly was buzzing around the place,

My private artistic and creative spot.

Only the ripest will survive forever,

Sickle is now sharpened to separate,

Weeds in one bushel over there,

Fruit kept in the closest area to heart.

Ripe pomegranates of incredible trust,

Harvested and thrown into one basket,

Pure pail of my divine and chosen soul,

Valuable gems worthy to keep here.

Dandelions danced somewhere else,

Thrown into a large cutting press,

To rip them into scattered pieces,

And out of an Angelic life.


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