why do my heart keeps on trembling so
like a bliss, as soft as the air that touches the skin
yet strong enough to make a leaf fall out from a tree
like raindrops dripping on the window,
seeking the chance of getting inside the pane
like the thunder that dealts its sorrows,
shouting the trembling sound that scares me so
like a flower that springs
like a flower that springs
but also withers
like our love that was born
but never grew.
_cybele08a
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