I don't want flowers grown
across the other side of the world,
I want love
grown local,
seasonal.
A different bloom for a different time.
Tea one morning,
dirty dishes another.
Love that transcends
words
and
flowers.
Sometimes,
The grandest romantic act is concealed
in daily actions.
In every tiny dedication,
every,
single,
day.
The smallest light guides the way
The deeper the roots the higher the branches
Love
tended to,
everyday.
About the Creator
Azana Mackali-Cerasi
Words that meander in my mind, collected and distilled for you here. When not occupied by the marvel of thoughts, you will find me in the garden, kitchen or forest, always creating.
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