Sanctuary
You are not broken—you are bloom, A garden grown through ash and gloom. Each petal bears the mark of grace That time nor terror could erase.
I built a shrine of wind and flame To house your sorrow without shame. Here, rest awhile—your truth is safe— In sanctuary’s sweet embrace.
Copyright © Luma Divine | Year Posted 2025
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