Poetry, Spirituality



You were made to be gold,

And are turning even now.

All that is base in you

Is the foundation for finer things.

And every moment, dwelling in love,

Your metamorphosis begins.

~Shelly Johnson, 2018


Some more poems:

A Poem About You and Your Magic

The Philosopher’s Stone

Ophelia Awakes

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