A Twin

the vastness of love
can be a desert
or a wild forest

in the desert the winds
of emptiness blows
all day

in the wild forest the
heavy rains pour
all year round

in said places
time like sand spills
people imagine all the
ghosts of pains
and so i wonder
what love really is

in the vast forest
a bee complains that it is homeless
a butterfly cries on broken wings
in the desert the skull of a horse
is watched by still
hungry vultures
after all
what happened

so, is pain actually love's
twin sister?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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