When Love is Lost
When love is lost
The molten core of your heart begins to erupt
Rivers begin to flow from your eyes
Your throat constricts, as a snake would constrict its prey
Your voice cries the pain of a thousand souls
When love is lost
Your world turns into a firestorm
But under the earth there is planted, a rotting seed
and from the ashes of your thought springs forth a sappling
Joyfully it grows amongst the ruins of your pain
And one day it will become a peaceful lush meadow
And your thought will once again live in a fruitful valley.
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