Reinventing Love...

nothing goes sentimental
with the leaves and twigs

the creek moves on and follows
its instinct to the river

the clouds drift without sighs
the grass watch with indifference

just like us both
i just love it the way we reinvent love

with so much independence
seemingly with so much detachment

we are like birds flying in opposite directions
only to meet when the circle is completed

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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