Quietly my hand
caresses the fire with joy;
I watch my hand burn.
My body drowns in
the ocean's gentle feathers;
emerged in slumber.
My hand reaches for
the stars, trying to grasp the
untouchable air.
Energy flows through
your presence, travelling from
your very own core.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 12:40 AM UTC
Quietly my hand
caresses the fire with joy;
I watch my hand burn.
My body drowns in
the ocean's gentle feathers;
emerged in slumber.
My hand reaches for
the stars, trying to grasp the
untouchable air.
Energy flows through
your presence, travelling from
your very own core.
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