Kissing dust at the edge of the sky
The feeling of wanting to both live and die
As I come apart slowly in your hands
Salty water where sea meets the sands
And there are no firestorms here
Only candlelight and your breath in the mirror
To quench the fog I’ve held for so long
To bring me back to where I belong
Resting as always by your side
Within is without and I am alive
Now that I know what I’ve kept at bay
The something inside that’s not going away
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The presence of essence-wonderful,my dear!!
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Thank you 😊❤️
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Welcome,dear!!
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This is simply gorgeous. The line “within is without and I am alive” has the loveliest rhythm to it, and the poem is really powerful besides.
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