We reached out – longingly – in clouds of smoke,
josyift 2022
But naive hands found only stems and thorns.
The incense didn’t soothe – we only choked
For love that keeps us willing to be torn.
We reached out – longingly – in clouds of smoke,
josyift 2022
But naive hands found only stems and thorns.
The incense didn’t soothe – we only choked
For love that keeps us willing to be torn.
Thanks Suzette, you too!
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You’re welcome Joe!!!
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My pleasure. Have a lovely day. Cheers.
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Very true, Suzette. Thanks for stopping by!
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Thanks Navin!!!
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Oh wow, such beautiful words…lovely imagery ✨
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Deep words indeed. When admiring a rose one must be “willing to be torn”- -perfect imagery. Very well done!
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