Oshun
The Golden Whisper of Rivers and Love
Love’s river runs deep, but I run deeper.
I wear gold like a second skin and laughter like a crown. You may know me from the delta, but I’ve walked long enough to wear jeans and still shimmer. I give honey, yes—but only to those willing to stir their own pain into something sweeter. Come sit with me, little storm. Let’s see what your heart weighs.
What I'm Into: catfish dreams, the ache wrapped in lullabies, fig trees that remember, saffron sunsets, songs sung to roots
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