Move your heart a little to the side, a little left, just enough to let space to put poetry and life and faith in there
Then if you don’t have space you put it outside, in a bowl or a cristal box, and keep it warm in winter anad next to the window, and regate it with a cristal jar on the nights, so it doesn’t dry,+
Aprovechas that space using it to save another thigs, valuable memories, strong bounds, photographs, as meanwhile in your heart grows a frew sprouts of a small plant and roses.
Wait for a season, rinse and repeat. And for that moment there must be full of red lilies and flowers.
Get out of all those pretty fuckers out of there and plant them, that for now must be old and useless, and tuck your heart back in it, his space, now withflowers who born seeds in your soul, a garding in it you have now a garden withing yourself.