Love is a flower blooming inside the chest while its scent moves through your head. It’s roots spread and don’t rest untill they tie you from feet till head.
This is a very delightful little insight into the hazards of love. Thank you so much for sharing. May I suggest, “move” should be “moves” and “stems” might more accurately be “roots.” I wonder if you would be willing to do some editing and then resubmit. I would very much like to see it again and perhaps, be able to consider it for featuring on my Instagram page. Thank you again for sharing your work with me, Susan
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