Gentle whispers bloom,
Self-love, a delicate dance,
Heart's mirror reflects.
Embrace shadows vast,
Tender warmth weaves through each scar,
In my own arms, found.
Quiet soul whispers,
Love, a journey inward starts,
Embrace within, bloom.
Before we love others, we must love ourselves.
Thanks for reading my poem! I hope you enjoyed it.
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Comments (5)
In own arms, found - I love that
Let's us see things in a certain perspective I think.
A short but beautiful poem. Loving ourself leads to love to this universe.
Lovely words!!💕
So important! Lovely work!