Like a drop of water in the desert
For the thirsty peregrine...that is your love...
Like a distant star in the sky unable to heat the earth
Despite it brightness…that is your love...
Like a tender flower in the snow
Which will not survive nor will turn winter into spring...that is your love...
And yet the peregrine will rejoice for a second in the sweet taste of the liquid...the star will still bring joy to someone's eyes...an the flower will adorn the cold garden even if for a short spam of time. After all love is life. Even an ego centered love like yours.
Breaking Water
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