Dancing the periphery
Stomp, step
Words spoken like settling mist
Blanketed, kept safe
The storm awoke, embrace
Keen voices rise and fall
Remembrances suffuse the all
This hope breaks the dark dawn
But I’ll hold you close
Soft warmth, beating heart
Butterfly lips, and truths
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Pelgris 
That is beautiful.
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Thank you!
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