Love is like a small seed.
It expands through budding blossoms and grows on mountains on high with green grass that spreads throughout the trees.
Through the garden lay gold and that gold was love that flowed like an everlasting river.
The sun that gave the river life burnt brighter than red, blue and green sapphires.
The sun burned bright and it was through it that the golden river with life had flowed.
Life is like a burning sun bristling forth like a volcano.
The life ever so golden burning with love shines brighter than many….
Love was like a burning fire….
Love is like water.
It is pure and everflowing like a river.
The water overflows trickling down.
Lying beneath the buried swirling sands lies a heart; a secret; a stolen soul….
Beneathe it lies the stolen and the lost….
Like a madman he rushes to the stream outlet and drowns himself in it.
Mercury unbalanced.
No clarity.
No equilibrium….
he has not found his soul
with the last gulp of breath of water overflowing,
he drowns….
and the river is then filled with blood until finally it begins to rain
and into the water it merges illicitly, serenely, tranquil into the deep red waters…
and finally like two droplets of rain they merge
and he and her are together again….
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