Love Does Not Cease
The streets are empty.
Life turns shallow this time of night.
The stop lights continue to change,
but there is no one around.
The beauty of it remains,
but the sadness takes shape.
Weep like a child,
break like a vase.
Until the night breaks,
and the life they know steps out again.
Repetition.
The realization is the truth they seek,
everything must go on.
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