It is...what it ain't
It should be great
...as the white in your
pearls shine miracles.
It would be greater
...to consider later
chances of dances.
It can be the greatest
...to love the latest
seasons of reason.
It may be greatly
...anticipated stars
leaping of gratitude.
It may be greatness
...expanding beyond
our twin universes.
Yet...It is what it ain’t
because we can’t
envision love.
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Sona Wilae
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