The Arc of Love: 

I see circles, rounded things, soft little kittens, and eagles wings.

 

I see shadows in the sand, low-keyed sunsets, and an outstretched hand. 

 

I see snowflakes in the air, moving onward toward the ground, just like love without a sound.

 

Moving on, I see springtime on the run, making circles overhead till winters done. 

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