Deb Fowler - Marinade

Jagged clouds
touch the sunset
gray disturbs orange
a chance meeting

Yesterdays rain
endures inside of me
there is always a fee

Fire bathes the sky
conceal me in
the innocence of night

I am changing Gods
wounded.....
I will walk
until I can fly

Deb Fowler

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