She enters the world as a bud of mistrust.
Love squeezes his way into the tiny clenched fist.
She opens, one finger at a time,
offering the palm of her hand to the world.
Beauty blooms where love lives.
Petunia is not a pig.
Save the world a bit much, but salve the world? Yep. Each of us could do a bit of that each day thus healing the big picture.
Everyone can use a bit of salve to soothe our aches…
Very nicely done Suzi. I love the last line 🙂
Thanks, Norma. Love really does pave the way.
you’re probably getting tired of hearing how much I enjoy these bloom posts. heh heh. beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
thanks…they are so pretty they deserve some words of gratitude from me.
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