My right hand is sore
No, not from being a whore
Well not this time at least…
New piece to live
No more through a sieve
A beautiful rushing♒ river
My quiver ever full
No matter the arrows released
🌱Seeds of home scattered
You’d be surprised
What I eat off the platter
Shattered and scattered
Days of old🧓🏽
May I simply say what a comfort to discover someone that really knows what they are talking about on the internet. You actually realize how to bring an issue to light and make it important. More people must look at this and understand this side of the story. I cant believe you are not more popular since you surely have the gift.
Thank you for your kindness 🥰
Your verse
Our 1st
Patience in all things
A garden diligently tended
Soon grows
Bursting bounty