What’s mine belongs to me
What’s yours is also my property
A short poem about emotion
Is joy the dance of raindrops on lily pads, or fairyland’s bridge above blue after storms?
Is hope the warmth on fingertips in early spring as Persephone leaves Styx’s shores?
Is longing the empty mailbox standing on watch as spiderwebs glint in morning dew?
And is love the ballet of butterflies, or the scent of roses beneath sunset hue?
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