Glowry

After so long,

You can feel the paint on your skin

And the dragonflies dance without and within,

Here I am not screaming but there’s a shout

Of a fiery like relentless mass,

F r e e,

B e a u t y,

A little prop in the walk of simmering mindtunes,

Rolling on.

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