One should say that love lasts more than a day,
But it doesn't sometimes, does it?
When metal pours from the sky
Or fountains of fire from the cracking Earth,
Two strangers can meet and fall
Into that desperate sort of embrace,
Which comes when the world itself has crumbled
And all that is left is grasping the other's hand in the dark.
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Life Will Bloom in Our Shadows
PoetryThese poems that will accompany you far beyond the end of this book are stories of human connections, bonds that slip through our fingers like silk ribbons or stretch out from us as vast and as eternal as the starlit sky. Third place in the Winter R...
