Hurry. Sparkle. Be anybody

So, love comes in this path
like the rain does to a color green,
like death, concealing mysteries.
The sun is never in a rush
even while there’s traffic on Earth.

So, love is not different from a flower
who blooms with the sun
and sleeps with the night.
only where there’s a light
will you find a moth
only where there’s a fight
will you find true words.

Ruddapoet

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