Light and Shadow in Reverse



Is it sad to be almost perfect?
Perfection loses its charm when there is no room for growth.


Is it a failure for being almost famous?
Fame corrupts the longevity of any sustainable success.

Is it shameful to be weak?
Weaknesses force us to come face to face with our Creator.

We Were in Love with Our Identity

We were once so in love with being poets, even more, being two poets in love.
We thought we would love and hate each other through poetry, and that was a noble idea.
Good poetry stands the test of time but there is no such thing as good poets.
Love is everlasting. The idea of love is merely the lover's vanity.

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