Poem: 🌿 Herb seller of words


Herbseller of words

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I am an herb seller of words
words that come forth to souls
that need a comforting.
I have pots, pots of herbs
I am cooking consonants and vowels
as wine for the creator
would you gulp some saliva of patience
and inhale breaths, puffed puffs of the herbs
the puff that faints into the air in seconds.
Behold!
Your tears clearing with the mist amidst them.
Behold!
this cloud is not of the heralds
of the night but of rains.

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