I can be a door.
I can be an open road.
I can be a crack in the ceiling.
And watch the rain fall through.
I can – with joy in full bloom.
I can be distant summers.
Falling upon crackling leaves.
Distilling the fermented grounds.
For seeds early planting.
I can be a door wide open
An undiscovered terrain.~your Kindness Sister
How wonderfully wise and open-hearted this is, Krissy!
aw, thank you kindly Loristrawn 🙂
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