like words written
in the sand where
the waves can reach,
like a petal of flower
one blow of wind
away from falling,
like a flame burning
under clouds that are
waiting to pour down,
that was always
how our love was like.
delicate and
very menacing,
but it's a risk i'm
willing to take.
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four seasons
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