The moon keeps rising
sometimes it is cold and hiding
just like the river that keeps flowing
though sometimes it is frozen and sleeping.
Nothing stops life from transforming
as buds keep turning into flowers
babies keep turning into grown-ups
every action keeps to its direction
even the old rusty ship keeps sailing
through the rough seas and winds so gusty;
only love keeps moving back and forth
as hearts keep changing directions
until in each others arms they feel secure
until in their togetherness they find freedom.
Hand in hand, arm in arm, they walk
body over body they sleep,
converting dreams of yesterday into tomorrows.
As years keep sliding in monotony
under the same moon they argue
and decide to part ways
sometimes amicably,
sometimes in rage and bitterness
when love finds new avenues of distraction.
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