Our skin and
bones:
veneer
holding soul.
We dance by
like feather
breath on window
and newborn
snow.
We drink in
chocolate
moments:
peppermint
winters,
paprika
summers,
bittersweet
autumns,
milky
springs.
A few
souls see
how bright we are
beneath,
dazzling in
the dark,
like
fireflies
spilling out
summer song.
How much a
soul aches
for a moment
to be known.
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