7/6/17

the dusting of cherry red, the burnishing, and the cleansing of love and joy

 

some days the sun is just a dull enough shine that my soul feels it has a chance to shine like the sun

some nights the moonlight casts a shadow on my pallid parts and a glow in the deepest cavities of Me

these days, i dig my heels into the earth, stirring and kicking up dust over the cherry red.

these days, it’s beauty holds a half burned match stick to my raging forest fire.

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