Differences

Day after day, my love crashed upon her island. 

Bringing some weeds, but isn’t that expected? 

With the seeds come the weeds, isn’t that projected? 

Day after day, my love ran upon her shores, so often it caused natural channels in her heart.

So my love flooded her island, flooded the crevices, she almost had to evacuate because my love was so loving, almost lethal some would say! 

But, she built a dam. Damn! 

I’m happy though, cuz the wall is see through! 

Ya gotta take the crookeds with the straights.

Nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.
— Kate DiCamillo
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