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She Be a Poet: Glittered Aura

Caught in mindless trivia the air begins stink,

I find my soul is fading, tilting, nervous, on the brink.

Deep breaths, I emerge from negativity, own air, it seems to work,

The foul inside banished forever, be gone, tip toeing, you lurked.

 

It took soul-searching to find you, instinct whispers you are there,

I breathe you out, no drama or dramatic flare.

Dark grey hue, you are smoking, fuming at my nerve,

Glittered aura replaced you, shining brighter, this is love.

@Michelle Sotiriou 2014