Sometimes love,
Of any kind,
Is too much,
Too much to handle,
Too much to bare,
Let go, but don’t go forever,
Come back when ready, if you wish,
And then give it another shot.
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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