by Andrea

It flows through rivers
It blows through winds
It is everywhere, peaceful or violent

teardrops fall in this universe,
part of this one cry, and fear of letting go grips our minds,
becoming our prison

Life is cherished, and nothing loved is ever lost or perished

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