Weeding

Weeding When weeds grow on love We spend time weeding not loving And before we realize the rains are gone The land is dry and the love is dying. When love grows on weed We spend time loving not weeding And before we realize the rains are back The weed is gone and the love is thriving .

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Beata Agustin

Date: 2/12/2024 12:40:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Irene Musila
Date: 3/16/2024 1:47:00 AM

Thanks for the encouragement.