At the speed of light
Hands carry us forward, lighting the sun
while sails on a ship are waltzing with the wind.
A woman in love is like a sail floating, forever following;
a man in love is like a lark in song,
but truth is as hard to contain as a young, restless sparrow.
Rays of sunlight, fire, flame, dying flames, tongues of smoke
Down is like up
when lost love is new.
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