Poetic Musings

Infusion

What would it be like if
I was not the only one

Living for each moment’s
Heart capturing the sun?

When my faith dwindled,
My flame’s would light up –

When one would run dry,
The other fills their cup.

Being connected dynamically
Without any limits to synergy:

Dreams of such hopes banish
Any darkness that dares linger.

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