I breathe out Fires
I open my mouth:
Out fall tiny living firestorms
Burn away my Words
They scorch the Air
where once my voice would dance
or
otherwise take form.
Cinders be the thoughts, the feel;
Ashes are the Dreams.
Neen and Grampa, Love You Always
webs
Angel Robin
MANY of these photos are courtesy of my SoulMate, my Beloved Eternal, Robin Taylor.
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