The sun is fire;
It will burn away
This flesh someday,
Until
Only bones remain.
The air will be as liquid,
And I will swim
To You.
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The sun is fire;
It will burn away
This flesh someday,
Until
Only bones remain.
The air will be as liquid,
And I will swim
To You.
Love this compelling imagery! Brushstrokes in words. 🙂
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