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Our landmine.

Love is like a landmine,

A moment of retreat,

And it causes you to meet

A shattering end.

Our hearts are a phoenix.

When they burn, they will return from the coals.

So when you're flaming, remember your hope

And when you're ashes, remember your wings.

"Like a diamond in the sk-"

Fall.

Music for the eyes

A silent symphony

Of orange and red

Of yellow and brown

Releasing the land of its color in a million different ways

The tune is mesmerizing.

A bug in the sun

Just another version

Of the deer in headlights

Except the car

Usually

Stops. 

The bug

Keeps going

Twirling

Swirling towards the light

For no reason

Even though

They tried their best

They were always left

At a crossroads.

Glancing in either direction

With a confused expression

And a typical look

Of regret.

Because times are rough