The fairy tale of avocadopits
It begins with the end.
...and they lived happily after!

Today
it's orange
and
celebrating life
When I m vulnerable
You can see my inside

The fairy tale of avocadopits
It begins with the end.
...and they lived happily after!
I can be so in wonder about the power of a poem.
Poems have many gates to knowledge and at the same time the words in a poem bear the strongest shild I can imagine. Every word seems to respect and understand the other. Their focus is not on 'more' or 'better'. The words in a poem beam from their spot and it protects them from infiltrants who wants to minimize their power.
So,writing poems is for me like massaging and softening of returning life lessons. I keep practising this power, it can be very usefull in my life:))