Through my armour, through my pores, I hear the sun beseeching me: “Put down your sword. Put down your shield. Let your naked heart be brave. Let the smallest of roses defeat you. Water the soil not with brine.”

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  1. 🙂 every now and then i come back to this tiny gem of yours. i think i’ll have it printed and framed and hung on one of the walls of my house. i cannot stop being amazed by the beauty of it!

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    1. Thank you so much. Your comment and also your reading my words here mean so much to me since I esteem your work so highly. I love your Soundcloud poetry, your voice complements it nicely.

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