Strange Love

by Venkat

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hold this love dear, strange in meaning
lest it slip off the sides of your heart
love, a soft milk, did you ever see
keep these thousand drops
lest they spill

forms this world wears, stones you see
some smooth, some rough
some small, some big
keen to enter your tender garden
smell those flowers, in lonely corners

we are but captive, do you see
a water held low, locked in this glass
of life

love, written strange, on dried walls
as these stones, make you rise
sinking deep into your soft world
yet choose you must, in your eyes
the stones to keep
the stones to let go
lest you lose yourself
flowing out of the glass
made for you

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