The Future
Life means melting,
like a candle, from the warmth of love
life means delicacy,
losing oneself to the benevolence of love
life means to run,
to find shelter in the open arms of love,
voyaging, and being the last to get,
to the indestructable door of love
we can be, at any moment, anywhere,
In love, and we give our souls
superior, like a waterfall,
or we can be, just simply be
The anguish of the night,
can be foretold by the morning beam,
in the tears being shed now,
the contenet of yesterday can be seen
in the midst of lamenting clouds,
the thought of flowers in bloom
distracts from the aging of the future,
even though it may be soon.
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