MY HEART

My heart
is a spring of love
guarded by a blood red rosebush
in the forest of my fears.

Here I sit
on a stony bench
and gaze
into the silver waters
welling up
from the deep.

Until
I hear you whispering:
My heart
is a spring of love
guarded by a snow white rosebush
in the forest of your fears.

A blue bird sings
while I bend down
to drink
from our heart.

by Carna Zacharias
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