Green and white, my healing and light,
fill my cracks with your warmth so bright.
Like a fires flame without the pain,
slowly flowing through my bone and vein.
Spread out of me like a glowing aura
to pick those up who are on the floor a
helping hand to those in need, those in their hearts know not of greed, who leave the help for someone more damaged.
Let this light be their bandage.
You do deserve that feeling, of your wounds all surely healing. With touch as soft as feather, I'll stitch your soul together. These points once of open scar will glow and shine that of a star and guide you to a future clean. Sharing the power of white and green.
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A Novice In Vices
PoetryA growing collection of thoughts and poems. No specific subject so hopefully something for everyone.
