the sweetness of birth, skipping across stones in a shallow river of liquid sunshine the pureness of spirit, inside the cracked shell slipping outside into the light the bruises of sorrow, stained with bitterness darkening the borders and emptying the sky grab the jewel, bright and clear expanding your vision on the inside
Reason for writing:
This poem was inspired by a dream I had in which I was going
through a river that kept changing.
Birth sign: Not entered
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