sometimes, it’s just a little spark
a glimmer of memory
that opens the world
inside of you
to yourself
and you remember
your own sweetness
like a swan swimming towards
her soulmate
legs kicking water
you, too
have returned to Love.
a journal, of sorts
sometimes, it’s just a little spark
a glimmer of memory
that opens the world
inside of you
to yourself
and you remember
your own sweetness
like a swan swimming towards
her soulmate
legs kicking water
you, too
have returned to Love.