My sunlight lives
In open flame,
In waters
Rushing, wild.
He does not falter
Under strain,
His sweet love
Gives me life.
My soul elopes
Each time
We touch,
Although we are apart.
He is the King
Of wondrous things,
I worship
At his heart.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: January 11th, 2026 06:53
- Category: Unclassified
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