Mess
I guess
I can’t
Untangle
All that is
Beauty
All that is
Wisdom
From
The pain
The birthed it.
Beginning
There’s
A slow
And steady
Warming
Of hearts
There’s
A slow
And steady
Forming
Dreams
A quietly
Growing
Comfort
Of companions
A subtle joy
Of newness
On the pathway
To beginning.
This must
Be
How
Love
Grows.
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