Often I wonder
what it may take for someone's heart to grow cold
and I think perhaps the reason is because
their heart was left out in the rain.
And so on rainy days I struggle
because I still don't know how to convince you
that I will be outside in the storm
with an umbrella just big enough
to cover your heart.
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Poetrythis is the recipe of life said my mother as she held me in her arms as i wept think of those flowers you plant in the garden each year they will teach you that people too must wilt fall root rise in order to bloom - rupi kaur
