Saturday, October 10, 2020

Poetry #166

And can
we not
be selfish,
more or
less, sometimes?

It wouldn't
be fair
if we
always give
and be
unaware of
how ourselves.

When one
finds love,

should the
world matter

even if
it burns
for a
million years

it would
only be
a moment.

even if
it fractures,
and break

it would
hardly be
of relevance.

When one
finds love.
Nothing else
actually matters.

For the
first part,
that is.

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