Beaming-Through-Clouds
So you may alpenglow
Be dispelled of
Coldmist wraiths
I am
Stable magick tree
So you may not dry in harsh sun
My hands open to you
With one thousand spring blossoms
I am
Warm water springs, cool snowmelt
So you may grow into chosen form
Be nurtured at your own pace
Among rainbows of steam and waterfall
I am
Beauty
Who loves your truth
All of it
Without condition💞
©️Sylphide poem 2021
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