Beaten, broken, scarred, and torn;
This heart still burns bright.
We'll burn this city in our flames and leave but a small resemblance of the ashes of jealousy, fear, and uncertainty.
Braving the elements – without reasonable doubt – we will climb our way to the clouds and dive into the wonders of the ocean’s crevices.
Amber skies beckon towards hope,
Calling me home to the emerald fields.
Laying underneath that wide oak tree;
Chasing around the wide array of catacombs of the mind.
Pale as the midday sky, her eyes shine with longing desire to feel arms embrace entrap her soul.
Polka dots twirling on her dress as she runs along baby blades of grass.
A chilly breeze swirls around her golden blonde hair;
The souls of mother earth whispering past her ears.
The heartbeat of the ground fitting the pace of her steps.
Suns soaks her face, kissing her cheeks with freckles of love.
Contrasting are the effervescent waves that splash onto her legs on the lakeside shore.
Sand tickles her toes, allowing sweet bubbles of laughter to escape from her mouth.
If ever there were a moment where she could shine, this would be it.
Happiness becomes joy.
Joy becomes laughter.
Laughter becomes bliss.
Bliss becomes love.
And love becomes life.
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