Temple

Sanya Singh
Dec 15, 2021

Rising on the blue mist
A cloud greater than digits
Shall summon the wretch
A goddess born immortal

Harness her purity
The diamonds radiate love
Sprout magic from the earth
A fairy tale in creation

Her heart incepts the juices
Her skin beaches the flow
Her hand narrows the fissures
A life time of worship

No end for the beautiful
A majestic cradle of moonlight
The wounds of war were fake
Enabled by her architect

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Sanya Singh

Art is Love. Art is Dread. Art is an Emotional Rollercoaster. Welcome to my Head.