"Love finds its way into
our hearts and then does
with them what it will.
Whether we feel it in a flash
like the sight of the four
horsemen racing through
the apocalypse, or whether
it settles within, a taut
cord about our core isn't
for us to choose.

What is left is for us to watch –
watch so carefully to see what
transpires, what needs care,
and what passes so swiftly
it seems to be a cloud
racing before the wind
that obscures the disk
of the sun for a
moment in the


four faces
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