Friday, March 23, 2012

Reign

Push pull
she is in a quite storm
impatiently roaming
in her cloud,
waiting to go home
waiting to fall unto the comfort
of solidity,
Push Pull
once embraces and stripped of longing
she sheds the over bearing weight of need
becoming vulnerable
becoming weightless,
that which pushed
now pulls her back to the sky,
push pull
returning to the quite cloud
impatiently roaming
waiting for yet another storm to brew,
push pull
precipitation evaporation
a cycle of nature
a true love story

she may now only be a few particles making up a rain drop, but one day she will drop at the perfect time on the perfect spot, nourishing the perfect seed and ending his tireless search. together they will bloom into a rose, but until then she continues being pushed, being pulled evaporation and again precipitating living in the cycle of nature, writing a true love story.

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