What, if you are the light at the end of the tunnel?
Rain takes care of the garden
and the wind dries the tears.
I don't know where this pain started, nor if it ever ends.
There is no explanation I owe you.
Still, I find myself tangled up in words.
Pause in this uncertainty of life.
Hold a flower tight to your heart
and let it loose again –
like everything else.
{C.V.}
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