nothing of substance split
an irrevocable rift
these small things
potential chemical cocktails
are consequential
we are responsible for the ripple
behold its reach
as the full moon wanes
the goddess forewarned
but was denied
so it is time to bury
those gifts in the earth
for mother
transforms ill will
while the tree of life
divinely truth-bearing
warms rose quartz
in an open palm
as love
overcomes
I like this one a lot, Melissa. Thank you for sharing your work and yourself so generously. Love, Sally
Sally, many thanks for following the blog, and I’m glad something in it reaches you. Peace, Melissa
Well this one surely needs to be published! 😉 SUPERB!!!
Thanks Lucas. As so it is published … through my blog :-).