Love(2)
Love may be a guarantee
For our moral to be greedy.
The cravings come out as jealousy.
Love may be a cloud black
For our dreams to disturb.
The darkness comes out as time-debt.
Love may be a big frame
For our consciousness to be insane.
The conflict comes out as blind brain.
Love may be an arrow
Straight to our secret souls.
The poison comes out as sorrow.
Love may be a razor
For our heart to shatter.
The blood comes out as tears.
poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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