Falling in love is like falling of leaves.
As the colours spray romance in the air,
deep down underground, the earth remains bare.
Travelling through love is like travelling through sea.
Here, the stillness and the storms bear deep, invisible barriers,
And the ones to pass are the brave, the giving, the true warriors.
Walking out of love is like walking in snow.
Trudging the path of the white mystical stew,
while leaving behind a legacy and the old, broken you.
But reflecting love is like reflecting the sun,
that can warm one million heart, ignite one million souls,
and radiate hope, even if its buried deep in layers of ashy coal.
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