Tender boughs of inexplicable agony run through frail human veins
I touch the blue tendrils of flame
It sinks into my mortal sphere as a sinking breath that feels like a billion breaths in one
Grazing flesh not with searing flame but loving forgiveness, the blue light sinks
“I am who I am.”
Plunders, captivates, captures, I’m in rapture, floating yet drowning
Is this a bolt of lightning that struck me so deftly
A sliver of rainbow that floats along a single solitary cloud
The name that we feel with our heart, that blue flame that cannot burn out?
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Short, real and heartfelt.
This was so beautiful. I especially loved the last line!
So beautiful 🍀🏆☘️