Old souls
require vulnerable truth.
Yours,
mine,
nothing more or less.

Reaching, searching for nourishment
as the roots of the Willow.
She does portray gracious weeping.
Beneath,
a strong formidable Grace that digs deep.

Little else matters.

To believe in you and the possibility
of the jump into the unknown?
It is the beautiful scars of the hunt shown with humility.
The glory of living in the roar of lions
who slumber beneath the Willows sacred shade.

Yes! We celebrate living
too perceptive,
too strong,
too sensitive
to believe in futilty.

Is that ok?
It is our only ok.
Lest we die unbelievers.

Not Kings and Queens
in the jungle.

Thank you gorgeous x

Wow, very very nice.

Thank you Joey x

very nice

I appreciate your response. Thank you aryan_r :)

Love this one . . . seriously, you're definitely gifted

Ladywind7, you Rock.

This is beautiful!

Excellent write....

Very well done! Thanks for sharing your work of art. 🖒🖒🖒

Tis words that don't come close to the reality of living, but thank you nonetheless x