As they come together,
I tremble,
the words unite,
Perfection rises.
From nothing at all,
A small plant sprouts,
And with time,
a beautiful rose.
It is hard to explain,
The relationship of words,
Their eternal love,
Beyond that of humanity.
A different feeling,
A different flower,
In each of us,
Something blooms.
Beyond the pumping apple,
And the devouring basket,
A feeling arises,
Something never felt before.
And just like that,
The blooming flower,
Spreads beyond words,
And the eternal love,
From a poem's poem,
Has ended.
matadorqk
I tremble,
the words unite,
Perfection rises.
From nothing at all,
A small plant sprouts,
And with time,
a beautiful rose.
It is hard to explain,
The relationship of words,
Their eternal love,
Beyond that of humanity.
A different feeling,
A different flower,
In each of us,
Something blooms.
Beyond the pumping apple,
And the devouring basket,
A feeling arises,
Something never felt before.
And just like that,
The blooming flower,
Spreads beyond words,
And the eternal love,
From a poem's poem,
Has ended.
matadorqk
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