I got your
Carte Postale
Sweet perfume
Perfection
We might have a
Connection
A Day pass
Rocket to the
Moon
Time to fast
Break the hour
Glass
Sculpting
Being molded
By a divine
Pattern
Basking in the
Sunlight of
Christ
There is my
Honey light
Back to me
Standing tall
With nothing at
All
Appalled
Scolded
I wail and
Cry
Shout
I will not
Fail!!!
Breaking through this
Mind
Cell
Evolving gills
Pealed
Revealed
Revisiting
Reverence
Fellowship
Separate the compartments
Strength and vigorous
Growth
The branch is firmly
Connected
The foundation is sure
Swaying in the breeze
Confidence shines
With mine
Without me
I’m nothing
I’m smelling Yellow Roses
Fragrance of heaven
Flourishing
Learning
Friendship in us
We must or
Bust.
About the Creator
Kristina Kirby
I’m a preschool teacher from Waco, Texas. I’m deep diving inside pulling out my inner greatness. I’m a Phoenix rising through the darkness. Writing is my new passion. So grateful and thankful to be here.
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