Blog :: Nov 29 17, 02:31
Loveless
First I cried for myself.
Then the tears burned holes in my palms.
So I could look at you, framed by scorched flesh
and saw you
whole, standing tall
a loveless, sculpted, adorned stone tower
that didn't need windows, or doors,
to shine bright over troubled waters.
Mother of waves,
sister of storms,
pillar of fire,
I can see you.
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