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Blacks howling

A continuation of howling at the moon. A poets journey of self healing that used to contain lamination of love, courtship, and chasing. It will now be filled love,patience, and love letters to thee. You know who you are.
1 month ago. September 5, 2024 at 5:46 PM

You are the Rainbow Eucalyptus on a sun toned hill,

Oh, the bewilderment of such pious colors,

I do live there, on days of darkened sky,

On days of a gloom who not perish,

I see thee as soft sunshine through soft rain,

Living as a reminder of the tenderness of this world,

As January summer, To as is winter December,

You are not mere gemstone, but living embodiment of betterment,

To say such a way as in to fail not in healing thine soul,

To mend broken places long forgotten,

And become a hero as was intended,

For villainous thoughts are bred from a hero's yield,

Whom refuses to tend thineself in that moment,

Who surrenders to hate instead of staying other's binding,

I gave into hate,

And you my love are such reminder,

That love is not woven in pretty words to sweet surrender,

But an unyielding indomitable spirit saying to the dragon....

You

Are

Not

Big

Enough.


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