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By Varda Date: 2002 Mar 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.08.12.22.27865]] |
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It occured to me the other day just how many loves there are. I was deep in love once. It started out slowly germinating It grew teetering on the brink of existence never sure of rain or sunlight One day it bloomed The most beautiful love and almost immediately it was torn from the soil and pressed into a paper scrap book. I thought I was in love once. I walked the length of a beautiful beach picking up shells not noticing the seaweed I gave into the waves' invitation and was left lifeless and swollen on a distant coast. I am happy in love now. One day I walked outside and it was sunny It never seems to rain anymore or if it does it's a fine mist that moistens the earth and turns everything green A million blades of grass covered in crystal dew. I sleep and do not dream. I haven't the need. My happy dreams are you. |