The search is part of the journey.
Thank you!
“Then jump into the crimson waters…”
Sometimes,
Inside the lukewarm tears,
Like gold in running water,
Shine sparks of hope and love.
A quiet drum,
In the hands of a lonely butterfly.
The tiny heart is beating,
Searching for the fixer,
To tune the strings of a broken soul.
Cocooned and buried,
Inside the beehive,
Sharing sweetness sprinkled with the pain.
I will excavate your cocoon,
Break the glass cuffs,
That wrap around your heart.
Then jump into the crimson waters,
Filled with blushing roses,
Landing on the flower cloud,
Roots lengthen to the ground.
Soft cloud and prickly roots.
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