Four forty-four pm
at the end of winter,
I feel so at home.
Drenched in angels,
streaming through the stratosphere,
and into my heart.
Lala land has recreated it's front doors,
and opened up for me,
in the form of glowing orange,
leaping out from the hardened sky.
Everything for once,
Seems okay,
In the warmth,
the fire,
and the calmness in this fury.
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