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the love springs up with the flowers

Posted to Action Poetry




blooming in the trees overhead.
the inevitable soon becomes unavoidable
as fate takes over.

wormholes do exist,
there is one that connects me to you
through your eyes.
when inside,
i cannot help but be blind to the world,
since my senses are in use
soaking up everything you give to me.

yet even when thrown back into the real world,
my vision is still not clear.
it is forever blurred with thoughts of you.