There are bright-light people
Who, through the dirty, stinking haze,
Blast away your loneliness:

They come in all tones and shapes,
But when they speak about anything
It’s a symphony:

They often can colour your doubt,
For a while, in shades of certainty
While providing a lovely gem for your memories.

Do not seek these people out
As their radiance often shines unexpectedly
From frequented, unappreciated places.

They are the fiat standard of love:
Uninvested, yet genuinely perpetual.
Stick to them like sand to wet stones,
Letting not even the flood of love wash you away.


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