Love feels like
an iceberg sinking in the water
hay of grass lying around on a riverbank
a piece of paper beneath a mountain of books.
Love feels like
you are drowning
dreaming of impossibilities
but also looking at a blank space ahead.
Love feels like
you are trapped in a stampede
picking fruits on a desert land
and studying a sea of silent eyes.
Love feels like
it is violent in its kindness
chaos in its peace
and burnt ashes while it is still alive.
Love feels like
it is not what it is supposed to be
a code that cannot be deciphered
Yet we still hang into it.
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