Healing is a seed,
Keep watering it,
It will germinate,
Blossom, perfume.
-W.E.
Once it does, you become the flowerbed on the path that changes the pace, lifts the shoulders, enlightens the senses and carries the step of the passer by.
You become the meadows of solitude that the broken hearted and the lustful lovers run to.
You become the bee’s temple as they weave their own healing into the sweetness of honey.
You become the widows rose, that she inhales, and reminds her, there’s still life yet to be lived.
-W.E.
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