Love.. In Acts: Act 2 Poem by Matthew Edan Oliver Palma

Winter’ 's cold
Autumn'’ s leaves
Summer’ 's warmth
The chill of spring

And what do we see?
What do we feel?
The abyss in a sea?
A colour-less wheel?

The coolness of wind
The freshness of water
The heat of fire
The nurture of earth

And how do we know?
Just how do we hear?
When tears start to flow?
When harm is drawing near?

The sadness of thought
The promise of dawn
The stillness of night
The colors of the morn

And so we do know
As plainly as we see
And so we do feel
As loudly as we hear

… in monotonous tones
In a mediocre of songs… ..


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