DAMARIS CODREA

A visual journal of becoming

Long after the closing sky
I saw your heart on fire,
beating for the sunset
drowned into the lake.

Without looking around,
I took your hand
and hid you with myself.

The ground was on fire,
The air was holy and pure

Love hovered above 
looking for heaven
between the clouds,
between the stars.

But we were one.

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