"chaos'
- and the moon speaks again
- Jul 15, 2021
- 1 min read
We sit by the willow tree
and feel the light mist
of the river’s water;
the sunlight touches our skin
ever-so-lightly
as I imagine the butterfly
that has flapped its wings
which started the hurricane
that moved me away
so that I met you,
which led me to this fine yet perplexing moment
of love yet hate,
of confusion yet certainty.
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