The Truth about Love
Love is like a fleeting train.
One boards it without knowing the end,
while watching others come and go through the window pane.
One sees the clouds, the scenic vapors, and the olive trees,
yet never feels the soft, lusting breeze.
Thus, one just sits stagnant and absolutely at will,
until the time comes when it halts to a still.
- 2010
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