Maybe we are a pair of invisible red strings;
And once tied to both ends,
Each other would follow and cling.
But once the connection is broken,
We go drifting softly carried away by the wind.

And maybe we are made of wild fire;
Once fueled by the ruthless blow of air,
Everything will stumble in great fear.
Swallowed into ashes, all the things that hold us dear.

Or maybe we are made of infinite silence,
Where the beauty of calmness prevail.
But once chaos roam to cause havoc,
We will never turn back the way we should be,
...and never will.

melai2020
08.06.21


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