jessica wickens

 
 

 

We only love

 

 

whose days are fed with gold
what makes the tears come
flowers satisfied
flowers at noon

 

blessed portal
a bit of Eden 
no sin, home is a holy thing

 

out on the doorstep
yours is stone upon stone
stolen away, it answers
these hearts
keep still, only pray unceasingly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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