Tenfold thus her mirth bounces off the windows.
Perhaps we’re pretty mess covered in fingerprints
of time. Faith – a state of openness and trust. She
pondered as she swiped ashes and dust; lost days
when her spirit was robust.
The ache of emotions served; memory of numbness
and betrayal. Love is the air and quite often growing
garland in thus garden; a bowl of barley and honey
dissolved as though heavenly wine. Lo! silence then
whispered “however love’s a feeling of togetherness
braided with the openness in your heart.”
Kneading thus faith beneath the sun;
With cherished thoughts had life begun.
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