First Love

There was a time when
Hell froze over.
The sea evaporated.
My thoughts fled my head.
Birds’ cries turned into
Whispers, screams, unfathomable codes.
Flowers bloomed
Then died that night.
Clocks ran backwards,
Ran for their lives.
Grey turned into
Red, green, blue,
Aquamarine, gold.
And colors turned into
Black and white.
Dreams came true during the day,
And I dreamt of reality every night. 

Is this what love always feels like?

The End

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