Doesn’t matter

How we dress it up,

How many times we go over it

Or around it.

How long we stand

Thinking about it.

Waves will still crash on the shore

The wind will still greet those

With heavy hearts

And hands.

People will still drink

The water they know is killing them.

Lions will seek the young and ill,

Heat will scorch those

Winter will freeze those

That complain the most.


And I

Stand here in amazement



In love with you.



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