She breathes in smoke
It deflates her spirit;
She then exhales a flame
While her eyes are red
The world is a strident grave
And life is a pungent breath
While anonymity is her steed
On the highway to a promise
God forbid, it vanishes!
Her soul, the little grace
A mourning dove reveals
As traumas darkest secret.
Heaven, in silent grief
Adorns a rosy crib:
Her feet at its river
And her head by its sea!
Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 6:21 AM UTC
She breathes in smoke
It deflates her spirit;
She then exhales a flame
While her eyes are red
The world is a strident grave
And life is a pungent breath
While anonymity is her steed
On the highway to a promise
God forbid, it vanishes!
Her soul, the little grace
A mourning dove reveals
As traumas darkest secret.
Heaven, in silent grief
Adorns a rosy crib:
Her feet at its river
And her head by its sea!
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