Harvest of Love
It is harvest time;
I am reaping sheaves of love,
and loving in abundance.
The field has been fallow,
shallow, superficial unyielding soil;
I have recoiled and retreated
but now I am needed. I am free.
I am loved; released to be me.
I am adored and adoring in abundance.
It is good year.
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