emptiness that eats you up inside.
The crystal cave collapsed within a lie.
Its facets being multiplied
in endless variations of a sigh.
In shards of healing crystals
that are poking through your spine.
White vines begin to grow within
a vibrant feel of energy released.
Reaching out and touching everything.
There, in the cessation of your wings.
Another heartfelt gathering of spring.
Your happiness arrested by
the thermals moving through the sky.
Dropping out of yet another glide.
Floating down to touch the core
of emptiness that eats you up inside...
? Michaelette ?
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