I wander.

Where do I fit
in this
tapestry
of acquaintances,
lover, and friend?
When they say lovers,
they mean
a pair,
just like love birds,
are sold,
in jodus.
Are we
a pair?
Are we;
Inclusive?
Conclusive?
Elusive?
Or
Simply,
Illusive?
What then
are we?
A metaphor?
A false analogy?
A leap of faith?
Or
A destined
moment
written
in ola
leaves;
leaves fall
only
to return
to the soil
only
to nourish
the earth
only
to feed
the tree.
Our love
Is that tree
You are the roots
I am the branches;
I will never leave you
I will only shed
my skin.
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  1. Lucian says:

    what is an ola leaf? o_O

    can u eat it?

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