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Aug 2016
Maybe we are the dust
That turned into stone

Perhaps you are a tree
And I'm the falling leaves
In the autumn dawn

Maybe you are the stars in the sky
And I'm the darkness of the night

Maybe you are the burning sun
And I'm the summer timeΒ Β 

Maybe you are the sand
And I am the fierce waves that cut in the shore

Maybe I'm the intense earthquake
And you are the cracks that form on floor

Maybe I am the spring
And you are the flowers that slowly bloom

Perhaps at times I'm the sunshine
And you are the monsoon

Maybe I am the senseless storm,
And you are the mitigating rain

Maybe I am the damage
And you are the hurricane.

Maybe you are the cold winter
And I am the soft snow.

Maybe you are the dessert
And I'm the desperate rain that doesn't come.

Perhaps you are the afternoon
And I'm the twilight
We are like the colors in the distance separately entwined

Maybe we are ardently beautiful
When we collide.

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