And it's not right that you must be blind and not see the fire you ignite and its belonging. I can't deny an intimate warrior of ethic and delight unearthing the truths to define wrongs and rights, opening sublime awakening and in. This way we were never apart in every breath I die another death with no escape dimming the days under the rays of a dying sun

Poetry by Arya #sunset #intimacy #grief #loss #poetry #poeting

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