Your heart is the sun and gravity
Pulls me closer to you each day.
But the sun destroys all that it touches;
At least this is what they say.
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Poetrythis is the recipe of life said my mother as she held me in her arms as i wept think of those flowers you plant in the garden each year they will teach you that people too must wilt fall root rise in order to bloom - rupi kaur
