Human being, no more than
a piece of straw,
easily bent, crumbled, and withered away,
like a breeze outside of the window puffing ,
when time is still, and
space is empty,
no reason given, it never stays,
the lonely heart remains searching.
But between us, my love,
for so long as there are tomorrows,
with you in my arms,
our caring gaze unfading,
in rhyme with our breaths,
yet but just a day, one more day,
life is great, young and boundless.
The day is long, and lasting until eternity,
motionless as a distant cloud overlooking,
calm and resolute - the hours and seconds passing,
slow, flat, unwavering yet striking,
and it never ends.
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