Challenge
This is love...
"to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet." Rumi
Poetry, please.
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The Art of Love
It's art;
Their hands brushed under the shadows of desire,
She looked at him as he looked away,
That bitter taste of emotions, it echoes silently
It eludes me, the mind of theirs,
One craves but the other yearns,
One is above the stars and the other,
the other is below the ocean's depths.
It's a gross scene,
Two bodies so desperately vying for something
That clearly neither realize,
Who is the insatiable beast?
Who is the insatiable fool?
Who is the artist and who is the muse?