Golden heat, radiant from the sky. It's blanket of calm growth covering the earth like an invisible duvet wrapping the earth in joy. It's the arms of a mother holding her sweet child in the cold, whispering it's going to be alright. Each night she leaves her emissary to shine with the reflections of her love, keeping us from despair.
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Floating
PoetryI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
