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often she appears to me
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Often she appears to me
calling me out of the sorrow and darkness
She reminds me of the strength
hidden inside
all the ashes I wore
& the fire that once burned
ever so brightly
within me.
Her presence
shakes my soul awake
to seek and embrace
the glowing stars and ghost flames
falling from
the black night above
And without any wings at all
I rise...
Knowing
who I once was.
~victoria pettella~
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And without any wings at all
I rise...
Knowing
who
I once
was