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Painful redemption
keening from my soul
it takes time to evolve

Life in and out
climbing in states
Blue added to agitate
forms a gem
an ingredient...pain

Cycles the sorrow
year after year
The soul seeks
looking to the sky
answers evade
why blue not green

Within the sacred heart bleed
wept illusions confound
I like the willow...bend
blown on the winds
reaching forever reaching

For the heavens

Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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