losing color
as soon as you touch
is love a river
flowing
between
or is it a spring,
you take a bath
and come out clean
is love a cloud
shimmering in the sun
hiding the moon
to be taken away
by winds of the desert,
the rain to fall far away
is love just a word
we turn it in our hand
like a kaleidoscope
we test it for its weight
admire its presence,
give it to another to see
is love a butterfly
losing stardust
when we come near?
i listen
to its wings,
i hear.
fr-agility
3 comments:
love is something different for each one,
that is why it is so hard and complex...
but may be is possible to turn it inner light, a betterfly, why not.
............ja, why not
alone, there is light. together...this appears more and more very far, for me.
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