What keeps us alive, what allows us to
endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going
on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.
We weep when light does not reach our
hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.
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