Tre L. Loadholt


Bruised petals’ heady perfume;

Magical transport to another time.

Warm cookies fresh from the oven;

A sense of home and childlike joy.

Panging purple green hued flesh;

A reminder that healing is imminent.

Bleeding heart and mist veiled eyes;

Comfort when certain you stood alone.

Your tenderness is your strength.

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