September 9, 2020
The fragrance of the Soil Somehow is more tenderness to Me than the fancy fragrance of the Flower.
The strength and sensitivity of life held in the Soil lets off waves of passion of a difference sort. Passion not of a person but of my species that has gone insensitive to all that nurtures it and absorbs it at its end.
As I walk barefoot, I break down with Passions so profound that it defies all descriptions.
Oh' Soil, My life