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Through necessity
A glaive was forged... Deliverance overdue Urge of breakthrough Grander than Comforting avenues Of my fictional self With fire and steel In hands, I stood... Naked amidst creations Of deception's womb Truth of I Barely piercing through Shadowy worlds Blade strong and sharp Arm raised over my heart... Understanding Steel is cutting Less than light Upon it reflected I stabbed through layers of fiction Until the reach of core came to pass... No blood spilled Just light shed Finding myself not in death's grips But in newborn freedom's arms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Love, Sylvie Amritsaya Putrah : We are sons of immortality... |
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Thank you Sylvie.
This is a very powerful message. Love Vicky  |
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No blood spilled
just light shed Should be the RULE for all the Leaders of the world ... A highly significant, beautiful write, dear Starry sky! Loving you, Margherita  |
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Thank you Sylvie.
Beautifully written. Love, Sue   |
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