
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
So beautiful 🤩
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Heartfelt.
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Thanks!
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I appreciate you sharing this… thank you!💖🙏🙏🙏
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It’s a pleasure🙏💐
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Very kind. Again, Thanks so much💖
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Emotions are powerfully expressed! Lovely poem, Debasis. ❤ All the best!
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