Clay and knife

His priorities were so high She got shattered all at once He was a sharp knife She was a piece of wet clay Knife could have cut any thing perfectly But not the clay Clay needed something more gentle At least not the knife To shape her and let her pain dry Helpless clay could … Continue reading Clay and knife

Roots:those are my identity😏

No matter how many more  Flowers are broken for this cause And how many petals will fall  Or how much I irritate them all I know I need to take care  of my roots first I don't need their help  nor their helplessness I am sufficient in my own Seeds are already sown  And roots … Continue reading Roots:those are my identity😏