The Garnish. Trina D’anne Hall. Trina Hall

Sacred witness being seen

Love floats through air
lands in our embrace.

Steadfast, oh silent heart
The bounty of my love’s fruit
cannot be found in dreams.

Words are easy
words come cheap
therefore, do not speak.

Our magic lives in a space of
unmistakable ease.

I garnish a life.

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