Muscovsdo Nights

This book is a journey through subliminal thought,
A narrative of time where no fear is sought,
Tales that spill love over page from pen,
From this Kintsugi heart I'd not condemn,
Rambling travels along winding trails,
Meandering brooks sing, chanting prevail,
Holding out hostage for hands that do harm,
Faith centred hearts erupting with charm
Blood pours from the veins of my devoted nib,
While scholars lead verses of taunt and squib,
Let your senses take over from all in mind,
The natural direction is awfully kind.