In the thorns
you walk,
in your footsteps
you bleed.
Flowers grow
in the trail;
they spring up
from your blood.
Look back
at the trail
of blooms.
Love makes
every path
sacred.
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Lovely (should the second from last line read ‘every’?)
Ah! You are right, thank you for pointing that out!