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you can't love someone into taking care of you.
love is not a trade.
I’m simply worried about the cruelty of nature,
Or perhaps about the carelessness of humans...
The fires,
The scorched homes,
The injured people.
Could I write about birds and animals at a time like this?
I don’t think so, because they too die,
They too turn to ash.
A single city can be entirely consumed by fire,
And our efforts prove meaningless.
After the storm I always fall back down to you

Skeleton leaves losing height

Weightless birds lost in flight

Resurrected feelings drifting back down to you

— The End —