May there always be a flower blooming in your heart ❤️
The loveliness of you never escapes me
May I gaze upon you, always and a day?

The sun is shining, after a night of rain, the wind is gently blowing in from somewhere, but, too late in the spring to be brisk. I have to push it all together to acknowledge that today is, indeed, a #BeautifulSunday, a tag created by @Ace108. Share a piece of your Sunday, whatever that may be. I am editing pictures, I am running out of new ones, so I will share a few flowers and maybe some prose. Maybe some words. Maybe not. Let's just see how this post unfolds.

A whisper, touching my soul
Reaching, perhaps forever
Conceivably not ever
As you gently wipe the drops of dew
From
My heart

Lips to lips, a tender kiss
Stirring my heart
As you lay, with dreams, in your sleep

"When you lose simplicity, you lose art"

So, my editing party goes on, a happy place for me... Making this quite the #SublimeSunday brought to you by @c0ff33a. There isn't a better way to start my day. I love my @c0ff33a and he likes it eclectic. A match made in heaven.

¸.♥´¸.•♥¨) Let the sun shine in on your life
So the joy may touch your soul
(¸.•´♥ (¸.•´ ♥

A flower. Always. #alwaysaflower It just wouldn't be a day without one coloring my world.

I want to thank both @ace108 and @c0ff33a for hosting the #beautifulsunday and #sublimesunday challenges. Eclectic and true, from me to you. And just like that, this post is over. Come back tomorrow and we will do it again. Have an amazing week ahead.

Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post, again and again. And never forget, kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.

they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?

i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,

"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"

warsan shire