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Kiss of my hand, leads.
Twilight eyes and curls, pull close.
Stories unfold, he is safe.
I am liberated by the fact that my humanness doesn't take away from what I have to offer and give.
Hear me loud,
Hear me roar,
For I am here in my truth.
I allow love to wash all over me,
Accepting the darkness and lightness of it all.
I flow with the waves and always chasing the sun.
For you are my optimism of sunlight.
I am destructive,
Any sign of peace, gone, deceased.
Dread. All in my head.
The weight of last night,
Contriving illusions, harsh hands,
Forged “good” mask the fatal.
I would look into eyes
Rather replaying, I dive.
Holding on longer.
Falling apples off trees.
Colonies of little ones here.
Apples, apples fall off my tree.
I’m slipping beneath.
Agony today I wait.
Midnight he wrote. Midnight.
He stares into fields.
Yellow green that sunny day.
Beyond joyous feels.
Sunshine streams the path.
Long time coming, here we are.
Pure hearts, this is peace.
Seeds lay on pathways.
No such beauty than right here now.
Light this season up golden.

— The End —