This heart whispers
to the fragile night of the soul.
The darling buds,
once closed,
now reach with
delicate fingers
to the soft of a brand new
sun.
Light the way, dear sun.
Release the petals
still stuck in place.
Let the night be but a pleasant
sigh across the golden fields
of evermore.
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Your darling posts are such a bright spot for me these days! There’s so much warm sunshine here right now and we can’t enjoy any of it. My kids have been driving me up the wall, finally, after more than 2 months of being cooped up and my husband has been jumping from one big project to another at work for weeks now, so I’ve really been latching onto your posts because they’re just a bright, warm spot of sunshine on my too pale face.
My darling Kat lady. 🙂 xx If I could have you right here beside me, to share each darling day, I would. This is a shitty time. Sometimes it feels like we ‘don’t got this’ and that’s beacuase we bloody don’t. But one thing’s for sure…we’ve got each other. Always. I’ve got you, and you’ve got me: anytime you need me, even beyond these daring days. I’m just an email away. So much love, sweet lady. x
xx
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