Mae AC. - ✝Phoenix Landing+Willow

Perched upon a crumbling wall of stone,
solid still, a smooth mirage of pink
crosses the way...

and we watch
in an all knowing.

All understanding,
as ash by ash, the space below
is cleansed,
ash by ash is blown
and your presence purifies.

There is no need to pray,
the glory revealing,
invited to be among
virtue that unravels,
a storm of conquering
and loyalty.

Warm is the breeze

and then it's sharp,
the eye that preserves.

Mae AC.

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