my fingertips comb through winter air,
sun strands of light sliding between
as I sink into peace that isn't skin deep,
but settling slowly, gently into my bones
like a dove flying back to home
my dove came when I looked inside
to find a world unravelling and evolving
but always growing even when resting,
and I just let the sun
tumble through my fingers,
a golden hand interlacing with mine,
saying I'll be just fine
taking it one step at a time
because the heart still beats
when it aches
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Poetrypoems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that...
