In the Firethorn Diary I Burned

She use to be my enraptured museA mystical raindrop that drenched my entiretyguided by purity, kindness and authenticityunveiling the sentiments in navy inkwritten in the coveted firethorn notebook In the afterglow she disappearedStillness was the enemy She use to be the prayer between both handsA snowflake cleansing my weary tonguenavigated by a sweet hummingbird whistlingdisplaying […]

In the Firethorn Diary I Burned

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