It was seething bubbles
below the surface
In that way we were like
the ashes after a deluge
of brimstone from
an old volcano which was
flooded by a tsunami
made by the wind.
Such was our love and now
the tide has come ;
It withdraws from barren,
dried up rock, scorched
soil of our hearts ;
it has all but died except
a very little flower - '
it wasn't hurt.
Then we left it behind us
and from it did grow
a lush garden in a forest
which also did sprout for
the roots remained
and it all came back to us
for we carried it
in memories.
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