What we are

Love in the air, like
Vanilla strawberries,
And whipped cream,
And joyous spring shine.

Emptiness in the air, like
An abandoned carousel, at
Sundown, a deep seated
Longing, being a lament from
Your heart.

Apathy in the air, like
A falling leaf, a
Turning sky, a
Plateaued stream of thought.

Infinity in the air, like
Countless blessings from the
Moon and stars, gentle zephyrs
Filled with eternal promise, and

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