Love Letter From the Soul Lvii
L,
Out of the smoke and rubble
I rise
away from darkened roads
and twisted minds
forged
into the heat of day
where hot steel pierces
the teeth of a sharpened blade
I hear echoes emerging
from past lessons
a velvetine box of secrets
enticing me to enter
the unknown
where risk creates rewards
there is calm
bare feet landing upon the floor
walking closer
you open the chamber door
time a battle, the end is drawing near
we're standing at attention, aware
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