Writing

Smoke

She was smoke in the trees.
Found me in the ashes of the chaos.
Swept the dust from my broken body.
Gave me a reason to breathe again.
She was the light that illuminated my path.
She was a whisper in the forest, that only I could hear.
Brought me back to life as only a Goddess can do.
Then she nursed my soul and carried me home.

Kim V. Poetry

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