The rain dance on my skin,
Just like impenetrable bullets,
A glimpse of beauty in lavender,
I am healed as I see it.
Soulless temple,
The serene grey sky,
I wrote an apology letter to myself,
I wore the black attire for my funeral,
To be healed,
To heal,
the restless soul.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
The rain dance on my skin,
Just like impenetrable bullets,
A glimpse of beauty in lavender,
I am healed as I see it.
Soulless temple,
The serene grey sky,
I wrote an apology letter to myself,
I wore the black attire for my funeral,
To be healed,
To heal,
the restless soul.
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