We showed up again, still bleeding
Fresh from the amputation we went
Through, we smiled as we saw us in
Us, that was our six of pentacles, an
Uneasiness of purity
Again, we went apart, to again trust
Each other, to wait, to grow alone
It was seven of pentacles, we saw our
Growing ego of wait and wait until
It became paitence
We had to grow and flourish, with our
Souls divine, the eight of pentacles
Know each other through our pieces
It was training, preparation to be
Together unbreakable
It's overtime, but we don't long for
Each other, we manifest our reality
Through our inner world of union,
That's our nine of pentacles, being
Established individuals
It's time, we think we ain't ready, but
We came all the way from step one
It's time for our ten of pentacles, to
Bring balance to each other in love
Peace and harmony
A/n:
Talks about twin flame journey using pentacles suit of tarot. Hehe it is real fun. ((:
Your grateful author,
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