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The words can barely skim the page. They dance, snowflakes spinning. Flurries of phrases, tossed by breezes. Pile into drifts of manuscripts. Lost, wandering in white out. Each word spoken, whipped away. From frozen lips, barely speaking. Sound torn by gale forces. But are buried in deepest white. I take up the white out.
On March 13, 2017 by Solomon205. I once had a dream of galaxies beams. The rays bathe me with solar cosmic realms. Guiding me a Lucrosa to the warmth of the moon. And there I buried myself. Embracing the warmth she shone on me. It felt sublime and I never wanted to leave. She dazzled me with her glow. Then I was abruptly booted. And found I could survive.
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Bury the pain and walk away. Be the sun and rise. There is no match to her fire;. She burns on her own. And then I watched her drift. And I will never forget. Follow Slaying the Embers and receive email updates.
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