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Something Simple Apr 2020
Cascade of flowing vines
Mushrooms pushing through soft logs
The movement half glimpsed,
From the corner of your eyes
Cicadas buzz and hum softly then loudly
Lichen grows on damp rocks

They say that moss only grows
On the left sides of trees - or was it the right?
Pillow soft and dew beaded
Nature's cushion
Nature's stage for a round fairy ring
Secluded den

A centaur moves beneath the trees,
Dappled skin glowing
In yellow green light
Dainty steps
And the growing of things
Love is not constant
It is always born again
It does not change it evolves
Bits encoded with failure and pain
Transfer to make for stronger foundation
Love does not die
It is killed
You can love someone who hates you
But you can't love someone you hate
For hate is the absence of love
Absence caused by death
Death caused, by absence
In this case.

-Luca Ivaldi

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