This word called love—
let’s dig deep
into the soil of it
and plant a seed,
of trust.
If only for a little while,
bear witness.
Give no fear.
Smell the dirt.
Feel all of it,
the gritty,
and the grand.
Hear the earth’s confession.
Take the pain inside
and grab its hand.
Gather up every piece—
the chaos and the stardust,
and smile.
The sun rises again.
Feb 23, 2022
Feb 23, 2022 at 9:49 PM UTC
This word called love—
let’s dig deep
into the soil of it
and plant a seed,
of trust.
If only for a little while,
bear witness.
Give no fear.
Smell the dirt.
Feel all of it,
the gritty,
and the grand.
Hear the earth’s confession.
Take the pain inside
and grab its hand.
Gather up every piece—
the chaos and the stardust,
and smile.
The sun rises again.
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