When darkness comes,
Let our love brighten the path
To the mountains of perfection
Through the thick thorns of imperfection
When it's bright,
Our soul will merge in the sea
The tempest, sealed in the feels
Wet kisses up and below
Rubbing the petals wet
Tempting the devil's corn
To remain hardened for long
AURA
©Emmanuel Shadrach
Internetpoems.com
Matthew John 800
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