She has loved the storm,

the winds that rattle the windows of her soul,

the rain that softens her is warm,

the night she stirs those remains ..into,

She wakes the ashes with her embers,

her sun breaches her stronghold,

she breathes the flame and remembers,

the breaths of stories gone untold,

She shifts her eyes from the light,

the scorch in the darkness takes her skin,

she sleeps within the the twilight,

of the beginning and the end…






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