fluff and prickles
all of us are made
of fluff and prickles
to different degrees
damaged and hurting
we protect ourselves
under these spiked shells
no hurt can reach us
pain cannot enter
but neither can love
there comes a time when
risks must be taken
inner softness shown
made vulnerable
open and exposed
soft feathery heart
I loved this poem – an incredible sentiment!
Thank you Mr Hotspur
such dreams as fluff and prickles are made from;
actually when I first glanced the title I thought it said fluff and pickles – never a good metaphor inn any situation
Hmm yes pickles and fluff, not so good. Thanks for commenting
Very touching, and very true!
Thanks
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wonderful poem! And I must write that you are indeed into macro shots – these are just amazing! xxo
Thank you for your lovely compliments
I do love macro 
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