My cow dry as the desert
wont produce milk from the mammary glands
stares sadly staight into my eyes
mamma, I’m dry, I’m sorry
she tells me persistently
I worry for my baby, shame all over her
I think to myself in the power
of praise, shall their be life
I walk to cattle, talk into her ears
look into her eyeballs, rub her ears
everyday, pamper, cuddle her
feed her with the best green leafs
remind her of her beauty
her importance in my life
In my home, to my health
she sees the love in my eyes
It triggers sensitivity in her soul
chemistry of stimuli start to apply
in her body,
she starts to secret milk
gradually, slowly, with
increasing pressure everyday
my cow gets it constantly, in all vitality
never ceasing, for continuous growth
Power of productivity lies in the praise.
I love this. I love how it illustrates the healing impact of being caring and nurturing.
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Thank you Barbarella.
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Beautiful & Very well worded.
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Thank you for reading.
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Pleasure is mine : )
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Beautiful post😃
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Thanks for reading 😉
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You’re welcome😘
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Excellent, as ever.
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Thank you so much 💞
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Wow…. i can feel the emotions in every single word
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Thank you.
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