Tune in and welcome friend.
Wake up from a forgotten dream.
Turn that switch on in my brain.
Tread softly.
A refreshing breeze against my cheek.
A seedling gaining strength.
Fold this origami heart,
Creased by hands too shy to speak.
They are my own.
Precise and comfortable,
Measure and fold again.
Your wild blue scarf dances in the wind.
Golden threads reflect your intent.
Your spirit is the same shade,
Muted and ecstatic.
Tempting the blowing sand,
Yours is a gaze to remember.
Raven and unwavering.
A bravery I dare not interrupt.
I remind myself,
"Be bold Govinda, love is fierce."
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 1:27 AM UTC
Tune in and welcome friend.
Wake up from a forgotten dream.
Turn that switch on in my brain.
Tread softly.
A refreshing breeze against my cheek.
A seedling gaining strength.
Fold this origami heart,
Creased by hands too shy to speak.
They are my own.
Precise and comfortable,
Measure and fold again.
Your wild blue scarf dances in the wind.
Golden threads reflect your intent.
Your spirit is the same shade,
Muted and ecstatic.
Tempting the blowing sand,
Yours is a gaze to remember.
Raven and unwavering.
A bravery I dare not interrupt.
I remind myself,
"Be bold Govinda, love is fierce."
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