In the cold
of a ghostly smile
in those hazy hours
before the dawn
there's a clarity
that's emerging
through swollen
crimson fire
and we transcend
constraining planes
the cage of the mind 
unlocked by the sword
of the heart's
blooming rose

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Entrepreneur, earth warrior, storyteller and lawyer, with a mission to promote ways of living more harmoniously with nature and with each other.

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