The weather changes by the hour. The wind changes by the minute. But my heart is Rock— pierced, split, and cracked only by the sprouting Seed planted by your Hand.
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terimuso: Poetry by Tammy Iralu
The weather changes by the hour. The wind changes by the minute. But my heart is Rock— pierced, split, and cracked only by the sprouting Seed planted by your Hand.
terimuso: Poetry by Tammy Iralu 