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

Storyteller, holistic health guide, and lawyer, with a mission to promote health and ways of living more harmoniously on this planet and with each other.

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