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SKIES ALIGN
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LITTLE THINGS
I’m idle learning
nothing worthwhile in a pit,
skin tattered, burning.
My mind is scattered yearning.
Heaven’s hidden horizon—
light’s soft salmon skies align
to dance on my grave, demise.
heaven
"Heaven’s hidden horizon—"
beautiful... heaven's horizon hidden in your heart... we see it in your poems
You took a low point and
You took a low point and sculpted a work of art. Truly wondrous! I'm in awe.