This is an interesting conversation that a mother and son have over dinner. It is a sweet dynamic that he still confides in her about what he is doing in his life and the way she talks to him gives you how much she cares about him.

Incredible! It’s like she doesn’t want to desecrate her sacred holiness even though it begs her to give in to human desires and lust so she transforms back into smoke. Really incredible poem and picture, Crimsin.

Nice! Enticing and not tacky at all. This is pure poetry, Crims. You did a great job with it. And what a pleasure to read it.

Passionately penned, Brenda. An amazing write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

You are so right that we are on the same wavelength. That last line “What’s given can be taken away.”

I understand it does hurt…as far as UFO’s think of this we are all related if you think of space as the life’s blood and the stars and planets are the womb…I believe we have relatives all over the place…I do worry for out future though…I also believe we will not see these other beings homes until we are better evolve sometimes I channel these beings they are alarmed at our behavior cos a ripple can make a wave all throughout space thank you dearest poet for sharing your thoughts ❤️

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian