Achingly pure

Fire touched skin

Wreathed in a crown of curls

You float through life

Cloud walker, Face Painter

God touched

She who sees the unseen behind veiled eyes

Seeking stories within the deepness of Soul and Spirit

Tongue cleaving air, harmony in sound

Mind breathing out oxygen

Filling worlds with life

A Forest of light within a maelstrom of Darkness

Nectar sweet

Like dewdrops alighting upon water starved tongue

Achingly Pure

-Jason B

 

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