the path of which I walk
bears no remnants
of your being
But mine
thought pebbled and coarse
swivelled and uncertain
the mountains
shall bear witness
of this mortal's salvation
Kind?
Kind you say?
humor may tickle your bones
my dear kindness
cajoles your soul
it being mother in spirit
Warm
like honey
Walk now, love❤️
By Jessica John Posko 🌞
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