in the room of hanging wires,
flaming
all I can do is run outside
finding freed love
cancels the curse; destroys dark
thoughts closing in—
clearly, you love me
outside
the madness
Poetry for the Soul, Spiritual Formation
in the room of hanging wires,
flaming
all I can do is run outside
finding freed love
cancels the curse; destroys dark
thoughts closing in—
clearly, you love me
outside
the madness