In one well You have just a few precious cups of water, That “love” is literally something of yourself, It can grow as slow as a diamond If it is lost.
Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket To protect you.
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glorious post!
Thank you Doreen, glad you like it, and thank you for following. Will have to come back and read some more in your blogs, they are so full of love. Hope you did get to see Amma 🙂