Rise and Fall

by Venkat


Love, I thought

was from sparkles
in shooting fires
across the dark

the brightest
the highest
of colors

won the heart

Love, now I see
is from drops
in falling down
at its pace

as gentle rain
upon the ocean
to rejoice in our home
made of the same water
and become one


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