Boil…Brew…Seive…& Drink2Ur Liking….

Let Flowers Breathe

Whilst you sit on my lap!

For Beloved…..

Even When Thorns Pricked you…

It was I Alone…Who Bled!

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Trust in Gods Time…

For it is Always Perfect!

For God didn’t Create Any Pain…

& With God;

“One Never Fails!”

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When I told him…

“Either I’ll Fail OR You’ll Save! “

Pain has a way of Allowing Space…Letting you listen, for it leaves you with a lot of time on hands…& that time makes you Hear, “That Raised Eye-brow, That Sigh, That Glass Door- Why Is She Here”, That Shatters into Pieces With their hateful minds, With Shards Right At your Heart! Yet often times we forget, Relationships aren’t Commodities;

“That One Uses At Their Convenience & Then When the Tea in the bag seems, All Used & Dried Up, with No Life Left…

It Somehow Leaves Behind The Stains,

“But More Of Their Fearful Minds”

An Artist often leaves Behind A Portrait, I Guess this Portrait of Coco & me, Speaks Volumes of our journey through this 20yrs of Pain on many levels, Which couldn’t Rob Us From The Colours of Our Spirit!

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Disclaimer- Use & Throw- The Tea Bag, Not A Person!

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When today I was sinking & My Beloved makes sure there’s still life brewing even through my Dying-nerves

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what better way to turn ones pain into art...Ive brewed a lil tea...Would you like to have some...

©️ Meghna/2021