Lesson 52
Don’t speak to me of lovelessnesslike you know of it. Like you know you don’t
deserve the fruit of every garden
planted in the name of love. My dear,
you are the soil. You are the plants.
Yes, you are even the roots. What’s more,
you are the wandering orphan who
finds shelter and food within the gates
left wide open just for you.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-11-25 at 05:18
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