
Original photo by Annika Johnson
Burn me down like some
abandoned house in the forest
It is just loving.
Known for giving life,
then sweeping it swiftly away
It is just loving.
Waiting for springtime
When the green things shoot up, unafraid
It is just loving.
To fly over an
unknown state is to miss you
It is just loving.




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