Feel the breath of compromise.
Allow. Allow. Allow.
Sing a song of that burning space - divinity lives now.
Alight all that our prints adorn, expectations burn.
Every second a painful lesson I joyously relearn.
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Author:
Quemis (
Offline) - Published: September 10th, 2018 12:02
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Comments2
Very short and to the point. I loved it
The Gifted One
Thank you!
Dark and beautiful. Your poem is easy to appreciate.
Thank you
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