Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood,
Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries,
Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave,
Petals aren't always soft,
sometimes they prick the soul.
No plagiarism/No hat...
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Another poem based on Your Name movie/song Dream Lantern.
We were connected from the beginning, with a thread pulling us either ways sometimes your gravity and sometimes my magnet, at sight fate sighs, relief of peace, brittle heart attack every moment, every sight another fresh breeze, we both lament to carry our love to the sky we see.
We die, we are reborn again and again, leaving galaxies breatheless in our tale, forward ahead to the journey beyond, we take steps to meeting again, unconscious of what we are, what we do and what we see.
Silent sharp thorns pricking our ways, dangers damage us in the rose bed, memories unknown taking to the lake where the magic begins the dawn, sunshine takes place and that's where the illusion wakes up into the reality, dreams taking breathe in life, for you're me and I'm you and the only problem is we don't know us yet but we still dwell in the same connected love joining our hearts not letting dying reuniting hopes fade.
