Amusing, isn’t it?
You place your trust in someone
On nothing but a notion,
Hoping time will unravel who they are.
Amusing, isn’t it?
Time spent together,
A slow unfolding of truth—
Are you one, or merely apart?
Arising, entwining,
Each day opens a phase,
Blooming like cherry blossoms,
Only to scatter with the wind.
Amusing, isn’t it?
People come,
Some choose to stay,
Others drift away—
Echoes fading into time.
What a small universe, indeed.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 7:42 AM UTC
Amusing, isn’t it?
You place your trust in someone
On nothing but a notion,
Hoping time will unravel who they are.
Amusing, isn’t it?
Time spent together,
A slow unfolding of truth—
Are you one, or merely apart?
Arising, entwining,
Each day opens a phase,
Blooming like cherry blossoms,
Only to scatter with the wind.
Amusing, isn’t it?
People come,
Some choose to stay,
Others drift away—
Echoes fading into time.
What a small universe, indeed.
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