Poetry

IT IS SAFE

How do I make it safe for loves embrace?

How can I make it great all that’s on the plate?

How do I tell you that the sun rises and sets in your eyes?

That the moon glides, and slides and captures and creates, all that’s at stake.

That the ocean awaits for your stories so great, yet to create,

to release, and restore,

to find remedy and a cure.

Of the mind that was unsure of love that he could ignite so pure.

It Is Safe….

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25 July 2022

Maya 

25 July 2022