L. Is a child.
It stands alone on a short path.
As it grows, so does its path.
O. Is the world.
Small it starts.
Its size grows as does the child's path.
V. The joining of two.
It is the connection with another's world.
As it grows, so does the steepness of it's hills
that, depending how you look,
has deeper valleys
or taller peaks.
E. Is the child's connections
or his thorns.
This is his invitation to be completed
or be ignored.
Love is a story.
Starting the same. Playing as spinoffs. And ending in interpretations.
There is no lack of confusion when learning, being, and ending love.
It even hides and morphs to show it's variant forms.
Love cannot be ignored,
only those involved can.
Learn to love all those who face you.
Maybe
And only maybe
you can help shape their story of love.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Not them, but something else
DiversosWho are we to be the world? We will never be nature, but human. Why can't I see you and still know who you are? This is us, we are them, and no one can stop that, so be something else. Many short poems that have no relation but they relate. Written...
