Tell me, how can you carry the blessing, the healing, the love? How can you reach me, touch me, and care, when I am you, and you are me?

So unexpected, the reach, the feel, the growing. Pushing away the depths, rooting towards water. The flower with petals stands in awe of blessed and long-awaited colors.

Accept my heart, accept my tears, for I am your full and I am your empty, for we are together in this, until the end of time.

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