As colossal as a mushroom cloud to the moon
Carried on
Like sand
Appreciate blossoms before they fall off
It’s cliche because it’s true
One day it will be an autumn morning and everything lost
Love is appreciating what has bloomed and fallen
Pain a tightrope to get to a better coupling with you—love is utility—a foundation of pillars in loose sand—sturdy and strong amongst everything unpredictable
Love is cement—barricade and bunker amongst a life’s blitzkrieg
No matter the fallout—white winter—I stay to breathe the moments of spring air.
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