can mean a thousand things.
It could mean everlasting love, friendship to no bounds, being connected together.
It could be the world's happiness and and all the world's beauty condensed into one small movement.
It could mean a new beginning.
But it can also mean hidden lies, secrets best left forgotten, the dark threads of corruption
It could be the world's sadness and all the world's repulsiveness all shoved into one miniscule show of affection
It could mean the end.
But for me, it was both and end and a beginning:
It was the end of the cloudy days,
the beginning of the clear blue skies flecked with rainbows,
Mimicking the colour of your smile.
Should I fall once again?
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