Bloom-16.07.24

I test the limits

Of

free refills

Of

Reality

Of

space and time

My thoughts turn

A wounded Angel

Half her soul(resplendent in its own beauty, and kindness)

She searches

ways to heal it

Angel

Yourself

Cast off this sadness

It's summer

Like

Your garden

You can

Bloom

And that heals

You

And those who love you