Similes of the Soul

pure as the moon on darkening nights radiant as the stars and growing, growing bright as sunshine, gold, gleeful warm warm warm crisp and fresh as a spring breeze full of life, deep roots gaining strength gentle, gentle buoyant as a bird's wing, joyous freedom freedom freedom / Messy as an unkempt room scattered and complicated desolate as the drying desert burning burning burning lost and mewling, blind as a cub clumsy and careless volatile as active volcanoes destruction destruction destruction cold as rain and tough as hail harming, harming Beyond the sun there is violence, violence

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georgia-marginson-swart

22 / F / English

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