Pictorial speech the trailing of crumbs. Some …

Pictorial speech the trailing of crumbs. Some meant to speak, some jus pho fun. 1000 words, your words your feet. To set a spark, and never speak. My armor Amor, cover me up. A soft pure white cloud of unstoppable love. More than plain sight. Smell, taste, hear, touch. Omni present love. The fondation of trust. Cocoon the weakness, the plant life shrinks, withers and fades leaving only a seed. The fertile soil, the riches of scum, sewage and garbage, the outcasted ones. The seed that breaks open, the pearl that takes root. Love’s strength becomes perfect, the weakness the proof. The image becomes less, Love will increase. True value unveiled, informing the speech. Filling the wine skins who feel out of reach. And lifting the hearts of the weary and weak. Love you all🌹🕊💡♥️ @mynameisbabyblue
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