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[hashtagliveza]

Emerge || Reborn greater than the greatest hope 🍯

The angst of the earnest remains the dutiful labor of the faithful.

The native prilgram akin to the San and Khoi, cast from the light and her shade.

The village gifted her most favoured sons and daughters redressed as commoners simply to recapture the Regal essence.

The sensations of moments flickering, the euphoric haze of days long past in sands kept enveloped in glass yet in our minds mere seconds or hours at most.

Greater than hope, tangible movements with a pulse as familiar as the scent of near lost faces, reimagined as places.

A poem remade a home for HEiR. Always and forever 🥀

[thevillagepoet]

Upon every 15th where yearly ash is rested upon where still dew once defiantly stood, is a flickering shutter of aura of what was and yet still is.

An infectiously transient thought, neither bound nor seemingly noted, though its depth something; to have been spoken. Between likeness forged, from those that hail from the flight towards that hallowed summit.

Along that all too familar unsaddled path, towards the berth in both one and numbered places. The basis of claims of clans and creeds, suns and the fruits of each harvest's seed.

Woven intricately around the stars though still inevitably within reach. Is a song; that flows like freshly freed reins eager to be felt, by the gaze of those utterly swept.

Do you dare remain while your spirit yearns that gift, of flight amongst the clouds with your feet still firm upon rocks that tower over the endless rippling hills cast Ablue.

From distant shores, to rising altitudes let this still ring true... Let that spirit move you