My love, alone,
was worth a thousand of you.
And you shattered it into such tiny pieces
that I couldn’t even see what you’d done.
But even tiny pieces
can spark a fire so fierce
that it clears entire forests,
and darkens the skies with its ash.
And when it’s done.
And it will be done.
There’ll grow more life,
and love,
and beauty,
than you’ll ever know.
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