The silky lining of comfort
As light as a falling feather
Filling up the ocean of desserts
Surrounding my hearts tether
The peace of comfort
To be embroiled in the chaotic atmosphere
Lifting up emotions with merciful effort
While the night of troubles disappear
Comfort to restore the shockwaves of pain
To let the rivers of eyes burst open
Deep into arts of the arcane
Blankets of words to be spoken
Warmth filled support
For peace to replenish the inert
This is what it means
To understand comfort
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Gold And Fire
PuisiAs gold needs fire to be purified, words need paper to be expressed... {Completed}
