Of Two Finding One

Thu, 05/09/2013 - 12:26 -- kados


United States
42° 33' 23.3028" N, 83° 44' 28.1868" W

A silver hair spins a thousand tales unspun.
It comes, drifts, sinks and leaves,
Blinded by what it thinks, hears and sees.
In a world where the two, seeks the one.

Living in a dream that grows and will never cease.
Realness that is almost unbelievable to feel,
Locked together by a shining boundless seal.
As part of the two, each other, the one's missing piece.

From carnations to lilies, to orchids to violets,
Flowers of time that carry on through,
Never ending since that one became two.
A new day, till that final hour, till that last sun sets.


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