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The spot at which our paths do meet is a tangled b

The spot at which
our paths do meet
is a tangled bush
of tulips and hydrangeas.
How is it that you know,
every time I pass your street,
that your reminder
comes rushing to me
but only for a while.
And then, subsides,
forming ripples
in my heart's creek.
And I think
that's what love does.

It gives you reasons
to make and break,
to crack and fake,
to fall and soar,
to slip and pour,
never really asking
why or how. — % & how and why. 

#theunsungquill #poetry  #white_nowadays
The spot at which
our paths do meet
is a tangled bush
of tulips and hydrangeas.
How is it that you know,
every time I pass your street,
that your reminder
comes rushing to me
but only for a while.
And then, subsides,
forming ripples
in my heart's creek.
And I think
that's what love does.

It gives you reasons
to make and break,
to crack and fake,
to fall and soar,
to slip and pour,
never really asking
why or how. — % & how and why. 

#theunsungquill #poetry  #white_nowadays