When the words of “I love you” were presumed
They lingered in the air like her patchouli perfume
With years of devotionals abloom
Decorating my hearts scarred womb
Our reverent spirits dancing under the moon
With eons of deep secrets written in the runes
Shared like naked offerings between the sister souls
Bonded by supporting hearts, one to another enrolls
Together We Pray
With uncomfortable self-proclaimed oddness
Brought together by a mutual willingness to share
Our hands in accommodating service to others
Building faith in unison like reciting The Lord’s Prayer
She with her beliefs in Jesus and in God
Me with my beliefs, an eclectic mixture of odd
But somehow we see each other with our many flaws
Forgiving each other’s awkwardness, overlooking social faux pas.
Although we are but humans, our spirits intertwine
With whispered prayers for one another, based in the Divine.
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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