Nobody Runs, Nobody Hides
Nobody runs, nobody hides.
The element of love may not be described.
Not fire.
Not earth.
Not water.
Not air.
It becomes all and none.
Consumed and consuming,
Enveloping, enriching, a hiding place,
Embracing, mutable, a thing of tides,
Vapour, the stuff of breath.
And yet we welcome it.
When it comes,
Nobody runs, nobody hides.
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