if not
for the wind
and the moon,
we'd be still.
motionless,
unable to decide on
things
of the heart,
or otherwise.
there would be no
pull or push
towards one another,
no sail
to blow us forward
across the sea,
there would no way
to discover other lands
to live on,
if one must leave.
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