I held you and you turned into water. I asked for warmth, you turned into ice. When I was thirsty, suddenly you were steam. Often, I looked for shelter and you were the rain. Softness I needed and yet you were the harsh sea spray. Stability I craved and you were the churning rapids. And when I finally collapsed you were the tears that fell from my eyes.
- Author: yanbee ( Offline)
- Published: December 3rd, 2023 18:52
- Category: Reflection
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