Trapped Sparkle Yllana Kaye J. Hortilano
I saw what is happening to you, your heart scattered, every piece of you crumbles in the deserted land. You may see yourself as a moving wisp this time, but for me — you are a faerie. You are every flying life I can think of with your hopeless crushed relics. To me, you are a lady of freezing butterflies, waking up from the gentle warmth thawed by warm sunlight. To me, you are a peregrine, freed from the cage of an experience; skimming above the lively tides to find your place. You are seeing a barren world, dark and dry, But I notice the familiar rainbows spilling from your broken self. You have the whole spectrum of everything beautiful and powerful beneath your skull. A crystal that has dulled in hibernation Saw you release a tear due to this isolation, I know that I found a faerie — and that is you.
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