My
My,
how the sun kisses the flesh of those beneath it
yet can burn them if they stay out for too long
My,
How the wind makes noise
As if singing an endearing, yet eery song
My,
How the color red affects us
A shade of love yet also death
My,
How one can clame love
When later, they stand to regret
My,
How the heart is so strong
Yet fragile all the same
My,
How such irony fills the world
and fate plays us like a game
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