Hope’s Lullaby

To you I present my hands,
hands to hold you when you tear,
hands to fight for you when their armies come
and hands to carry you when you fall.

To you I extend my hands
hands for comfort
hands for shelter when the storms arrive,
and hands to cover your ears when they talk.

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Blossom by Debbie Bloodmoon

“It’s the seed we water that blossoms
A perfect rose
A scent to remember
Even beyond the conditions of
Being singled out”

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