Perfection
Even though the bipolar raindrops abuse the defenceless, muddy ground
Even though every raging droplets pierce the rugged skin of the soil like a knife
Even though each rain droplet that whips the mud scars it with unsaid secrets
Even though the rain caresses the fragile sand one minute and drowns it, in the other
Even though the rain is backstabbing lover that will forever be engraved in the land's crumpled heart
Even though the rainstorms are permanent markers incised in tears inside the earth's troubled soul,
The smell of the soil after the first raindrop's kiss is always beautiful.
Because they know, love isn't about perfection
It's about never letting go, even when you aren't happy,
even when the wounds never stop bleeding
For love is being for each other,
even when you know some memories can never be healed.....
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