The Weight of Falling...
- Mary Collier
- Aug 17
- 1 min read

The Weight of Falling
A heavy armor made of gold,
The weight of everything we hold,
I carried doubts upon my chest,
And wore my caution like a vest.
But then the gravity gave way,
The heavy shadows turned to day,
To fall in love is to release The weight,
and finally find peace.
~Mystic Oracle Mary




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