SeedA Poem by Chops
Back then, it was pure.
Now it is fraught, Tarnished by disappointments, Missed chances, And hurts. Yet, that undeniable connection, Instant, strong, urgent, beyond deep, That served as seed For all that was to come (And is yet to come), Endures, Unextinguishable, Promising fulfillment and joy To both in the end. © 2022 Chops |
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