Thursday Poetic Wellness: Martha Lipton π
Sorrows, unborn for the treasures, unborn; awaken my love, that my tears may mix with your own
Awaken, that the memories of sorrow may lay awakened to our very own
This time, sorrow has a love and it is our very, own; laying tenderly into gentilityβs timing
My tears water your heart; growing your emotions like blossoming πΈ sonnets of a new garden, a new love of a wonderful hue
Stay gentle my love, move towards flight; move into the release of tears and their flow of wonder
Laying next to you, watered in temples above; the chariot awaits with fountains from a gentle touch
Flow crafting, give gracefully, love abundantly in your hue; just flow with loving waters, for I dream of being next to you
Martha Lipton
