Love starts hard
then it gets harder. at some point it becomes impossible and in the moment you sever your ties with love, to be free of what is no longer attainable, you will be filled up like an overflowing pot of tea steaming steeping seething at the thought that the only way you can be poured back into the world to be sipped, to be saved to be savored, is to find the cups that once were pots and share what came From Me.
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Riva Kamat
1/12/2019 08:49:36 am
Thanks for sharing and beautiful poem!
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