I'm water whose splash
Cleans wounds in my own heart.
I'm fire whose spark
Burns wounds to immediately heal.
I'm wind whose blow
Dries wounds to end the pain.
Dear, Beloved.
Let me meet a true heart who as well has become water, fire, and wind to one's own self.
Dear, Beloved.
Let us walk and sprint together in all trails and at the finish line meeting
You.
Dear, Beloved.
This heart is a garden where nature starts a cycle to end, ready to welcome the next cycle.
This year.
leafy ring 💎
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