the one of a window glass that tries to collect every drop of the mist settling on it. And when the mist tries to flow away, it still keeps each of its part at the bottom of its heart. But, when the sun shines bright, and it can no longer hold the mist tight, It lets it go. It lets it flow. Here's your second prompt for #NaPoWriMo Day 27. What's your #kindoflove? Let us know by writing a #lovepoem. :) #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
