Dimpled,
silver thimbles,
nor expanding
seas
can contain our
unfolding griefs,
So let us sit —
eyes dampening,
knee to knee —
over cups of rosy tea
and drink
to all that is good and
precious and
beautiful
in the lives we
weave together,
separately.
— C.Birde, 4/17
2 Comments
Beautiful, and so thoughtful 💜
Thank you, Jackie <3