She stands there, shining radiant light.
It is so immersive that it makes me
just want to reach out, touch her, feel her comfort,
hold her close.
Yet she seems so far, so unreachable.
She remains a figure of hope & joy in my eyes,
and I damn the capitalist system for getting in
my way so often.
She is the angel sent to me from above.
Re: Poetry House
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The Trouble Maker
As Swift as the Wind that carries the Sand comes your DEATH
Omega Class Thank You to Devola/Gale for this super amazing sig.
The Trouble Maker
As Swift as the Wind that carries the Sand comes your DEATH
Omega Class Thank You to Devola/Gale for this super amazing sig.