After seasons have passed,
love creates a beautiful death
as hearts crawl like tiny creatures
righteous as tender memory.
Between life and death,
we love and love until bliss
through youth, mid-life, and golden ages
as the heart begs for more.
If we are not remembered,
if love is forgotten,
then life becomes rough
and we are left unremembered.
:: 03.07.2023 ::
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