Becoming ~~~~~ (An Original Poetry)

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In the smirkest of beams,
comes sweetest innocence,
like the purest of glitters,
on the serpent's face
when the earth was created.
life is love,

because love is a fossil,
buried deeper than we can burrow
and when tomorrow slithers,
we will wear the warmest of smiles
like when the earth was nothing.

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In the fiercest of vexation
a tiny tickle,
can turn a raging turbulence,
into the silence,
of the mildest of noon.

like a heart blest with peace,
tranquility for breakfast
and peace Will reside
in the midst of ferment
to quell the quaking quakes

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In the loneliest of dawn,
silence rules like a king,
but we will sparkle the morn,
like a thousand balloon,
floating aimlessly
in the blue bourbon skies,
we will squirm like weasels
travelling up trees in estacy

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In the slickest of mire,
when we're sinking too quick
like thoughts flooding the mind,
like a gulp dying rapidly
in the parchest of throats
we will float like a feather,
turn chill to warmth,
in the nicest of weathers