Silver ponds,
reflections wavering
across a warped mirror;
my hand in yours,
we drown.
Red-violet skies,
chasms stirring
between night and day;
my hand in yours,
we fall.
Laguna sands,
dunes raking
away the fragile mirages;
my hand in yours,
we break.
Ivory clouds,
lightning hurdling
across the cosmic void;
my hand in yours,
we ignite.
Wherever you go,
whether it be
to euphoria or misery,
your hand in mine,
I'll follow.
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The Ebb & Flow of Virtue
Poetry~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light...
