Marc Szeglat@marcszeglat

I came to you with innocence of a butterfly
you offered me yourself as the summer’s wind
your warmth at first giving rise
to my fully spread wings
for the most glorious of moment I soared
higher than I could have ever imagined
Without warning the winds changed
warmth of first height
quickly became the unbearable heat
of midday on the equator
knowing now, it was never heights of bliss
I had simply soared into the eye of
your volcanic embers
never before had I felt pain such as this!


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