I close my eyes and She is there.
Her voice calls me.
Beckons.
Pomegranate seeds.
Deeply planted.
Watered and allowed to grow.
Day by day.
Taking root and growing.
Succulent.
With just a thought.
With only a dream.
My mind knows.
She is near.
She is coming!
I’m so excited!
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I love too deep Everyone tells me they see how strong I am, I have to find the strength...
Every revolutionary act is an act of love And this is an act of love The seed must grow, regardless Of...
