Have you ever climbed a montain to touch the sun

Scaled the cliff side to stand on the edge and reach out

For that blazing heat

Letting finger tips meet burning ash


And then fall

Feel wind billowing past

Clouds parting like angel wings

A halo around your throat before you realized


You can fly

The sun lifts you up

wilted petals falling from your wrists

Like a body falling from a rocky ledge

Creating hollow bones and thin skin


To lift and soar

Comets surgically cutting into feathers

Going under the star dust knife and bleeding flowers

Breathing in the atmosphere only to release birds

Passing from your lips into the sky

Tearing and clawing at holy limbs

Ripping apart the clouds

Piece by piece

Into Roses

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