Saturday, March 19, 2016

the laughter in between

As the stillness impels the wind
So the wind impels the stillness.
And the sunlight weaves itself as well
Into the rippling wash until I wonder
How it would be possible to love less
Or be less lovable.

Where there is no middle
How could there be edges?
Or vice versa
When it comes to love?

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