My heart bleeds buckets 
as I continue to walk the mountains and think of you
I carry 2 buckets  up the hill… 1 for me  and 1 for you

I stop to do what I can 
some ready for the offering
others lost or there for the taking

I continue to walk 
wishing I could do more 
but more is never enough

I carry your blood and then more of mine
I pass a wishing well and throw a penny and a blessing
My longing never stops

While I may appear stoic
it’s true ….
If I stop I would be devoid of life…. so I walk 

I pause to for a glimmer of hope but move on to
who might need a hand. 
Love is sometimes walking away even when your blood bleeds black

Love is Sometimes walking away

Published by Debasis

A natural leader who experiments a lot and cares for all ! The title of my blog is not about my blood group. It's a message to all my readers to think positive and write on my blog posts openheartedly what they think!!


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