Does love mean anything at all,
when it is not official on a wall,
Does it need a poke, like or tag,
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The Wind tried to console Dune.
She had sand in her shoes and that was uncomfortable, in the long run.
He patted her back and stroked her hair.
Blew kisses in the air.
She started to cry.
‘You idiot! Blisters is one thing but now I have grains of sand in my eye!’
Sometimes all you need is someonion,
to hug out the tears,
open up the heart,
and grow leaves together.
Strings. Nothing attached.
Just waiting in line.
To fulfill their purpose; binding anything that needs stitching.
It won’t be the silver lining.
Ivory will do.