Sublime

 

Not fair but still
Beautiful vision caught
Up in stormy places

Inside, down under
Torn up traces, smiling
Spirits turn in time

Like blooming, a vine
Twisted up inside
Curviture, turning undefined

Lovers and loved ones
Triggers, some treason, and
Broken expectations lead

To contemplation of
Dark, denied spaces
Filling subconscious mind

Between are glimmers, unique
Both difficult and sweet
You, still sublime

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