Visions
Visions
A gentle vision.
Paradise?
Or maybe home?
What's the difference?
Both inspire awe.
And a familiar feeling of safety.
The light in the eyes of a forest.
Is it mine?
Could it be yours?
Or is it ours?
The same as the place where leaves fall?
The same as the time when our hearts met?
It might be.
It has to be.
Everything is ours.
Summer.
Endless light.
Autumn.
A cycle ending.
Winter.
Nights so cold, yet so warm.
Spring.
The birth of new hope.
Our feelings ignite.
We live to serve them.
And watch the lights play.
We live because we want to.
Together, never to be apart again.
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