Aural Effusion


The sounds of wings,

waft throught the night,

softly and gently,

stops by the beside,

a beautiful being,

with wings of gold,

glorious and serene,

the sight to behold,

the glow of the face,

diffused in the darkness,

until a face, so utterly crafted,

a sculptor it’s creator,

an enlightened soul,

visited my bedside,

to give me sound advice,

what was said that night,

I cannot remember,

hence i request,

another visitation,

just to hear this,

aural effusion.


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