Sacred space
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She covers her skin with oils
Has plants sprout upon her wings
Fruit on her lips
And crystals in her hair
For she has a whole sacred garden within herself
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YOU ARE READING
Phosphenes
PoetryAfter a long day you lay down on your bed and slip on your headphones. When you close your drooping eyes, you see colors of lights upon your eyelids. As you lose yourself in the color, the bright lights begin to swirl and you find yourself slipping...
A Fairies Joy
Sacred space
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She covers her skin with oils
Has plants sprout upon her wings
Fruit on her lips
And crystals in her hair
For she has a whole sacred garden within herself
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