The rain washes away everything
The fire burns it all
My dreams begin to stall
Say no more
There’s a ringing at my door
Look who’s here
Its a mysterious deer
Lighting the way
back to my heart
How could I have ever
been torn apart
From my one true love
My eternal dove
And I remember who I am again
All of my colors start to spin
And the gateway to heaven
Opens
And I am home
again.
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Trianna Brannon
I am an adventurer
poet & lover of the mystery
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