Scissors

When love comes

all waters stop.

 

The heart chooses immediately

and waives the rule

"Measure three times, cut once."

 

My beloved,

you were scissors

in the hands of the tailor

approaching

to the canvas of destiny.

🌷(3)

◄ Love and gods

Nettle ►

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