Chariots of the King
Eastern winds making pilgrimage towards the west to meet the impetus sea ~
Twined aneath heavens telling stars ever knowing these passions gathering
While as silent shadows bend about a lamps post; to catch the corner of my sight?!
Yet something pragmatic; trees swaying to taste this sky beloved by vedettives sun....
And all is well sayeth our souls, unto the Angels left rejoicing upon high ~
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....“Chariots of The King” *
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