Now
Now:
My present will one day be my past,
travelling with me into my future.
To me, each love connects me at a deeper level,
helping me to explore communication without words.
Without Love we all would be lost,
tumbleweed rolling through a desert,
leaving impressions in the sand,
easily erased by the billowing breeze.
Each love fills us differently.
Colours form,
a shimmering spectrum,
feelings always hit their mark,
rarely erased or ever forgotten.
Somewhere deep inside my mind
lie snapshots of time spent together,
Moments shared will last forever.
My present will one day be my past,
travelling with me into my future.
To me, each love connects me at a deeper level,
helping me to explore communication without words.
Without Love we all would be lost,
tumbleweed rolling through a desert,
leaving impressions in the sand,
easily erased by the billowing breeze.
Each love fills us differently.
Colours form,
a shimmering spectrum,
feelings always hit their mark,
rarely erased or ever forgotten.
Somewhere deep inside my mind
lie snapshots of time spent together,
Moments shared will last forever.

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