Love is a phenomenon, broken, fixed and trampled on.
The heart it yearns, the mind it learns, apart, and upon.
Take with a grain of sand,
Hold tight with both your hands.
As small and infinite, here on earth.
The sand exists, dust and hearth.
Prey it spills, and falls back down,
Upon the ground, around and around.
We go with love, like the stars above.
The gift to smile, instead of frown.
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Indeed it is and a wonderful gift it is. A lovely write about one thing that people share in common with other animals
I like your interpretation
Well-written, my friend; your poem explores the complexities of love, depicting it as a multifaceted experience that involves both joy and pain. It emphasizes the transient and fragile nature of love, likening it to sand—both small and infinite, highlighting how it can be easily lost yet cherished.
Thank you for you excellent interpretation. đŸ˜€
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