And on an afternoon like this,
a moment ruined
by the rain, would have
simply asked someone,
"What is the purpose of life?"
The union of
Earth and Sky
would have happened-
a mild reflection
in a small puddle
and immeasurable love.
The arrow of surrender
would have struck a heart
and a dream would have
osmosed into
'letting go'.
The grave of some eye
would have been adorned by
plastic flowers of patience.
A tear would have dropped
on someone's lips,
proud of its own flavour.
Time is impotent, you know.
It realizes our fantasies;
they come true,
dreams like 'You'.
What is reality, I ask,
a popsicle?
Who should I give up,
You?
Hah!
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