Thursday, June 11, 2020

Whole

I kiss each wound 
where it’s begun..
The hurt shrouded beneath the brilliance of the sun..
i wish the beauty of it to dance over you 
healing all that’s been stung..
time to let go 
the winds howl loud
a doleful cry is heard above the clouds...
where you were torn 
will be shorn no more..











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  1. Nice!!!!
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