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With You
I will love you, but I will not love you to death.
If you want to love me,
Love me kindly,
Love me softly,
Love me with every fibre of your being.
But do not love me with hesitation
For I belong with you.
I will hold you, but I will not hold you ‘til I die.
If you want to hold me -
Hold me tightly,
Hold me securely,
Hold me like the night holds the moon in its arms.
Do not let me go.
For I belong with you.
It’s easier to blame yourself than truly believe you hurt me.
You loved me to death.
You held me tightly.
You belong with me.
Nikola Cychowska

Granny’s Buns
Cloud-like smoke twirled out of the chimney,
Out of the old farmhouse.
The delightful smell of freshly baked buns,
Escaped out of the cracks of the white windows.

Entering the spacious kitchen,
The smell felt like heaven,
Perfect.

Her fingers pushed the gooey batter into their
Own individual bun case.
The oven rung.

Here I stand,
Thirteen years later,
Face to face,
It is still the same.
Every time I step into that kitchen,
The smell of heaven still lingers.
Sarah Hall